Big Salmon Lake Dashing Thru' the Snow

Appropriately cautious were words that had not ever, nor would ever, describe Dash. And "a sec" was pretty much the only length of time he was capable of "holding still." So as soon as he felt his shoulders freed of some of the pressing weight of the snow, he began wriggling himself out the rest of the way. 

Causing avalanches seemed to be Dash's specialty (if only Nynka knew). The side of snowdrift crumbled as Dash thrashed himself free, and the minute he emerged he went tumbling down the side of the drift in a small pile of snow. When he came to a stop, he popped up in alarm, looking all around for a sign of his little friend.