Moonspear every night falls prey to sunrise

The sounds either party emitted were ones of violence, but wolf kin would know it for what it was: play. Any other beast might hear a truly fearsome scuffle. In any event, such sounds were muffled in moments as the latest snowdrift swallowed them whole, but before that could occur in totality she was snared by him. Down she went, unable to backpedal or withdraw, laughing as her forelegs wrapped around him to twist so that he would receive the brunt of it—a bad move indeed, as the weight of him and snow both would press against her should she succeed.