Firefly Glen now i lay me down to sleep

a blur of snow-hued fur -- arcturus spun in surprise as ying emerged, pouncing like a lioness upon him. once his heart-rate slowed down, a grin hugged his lean muzzle. he had not expected her to be so aptly concealed.

"the snow suits you," arcturus remarked after her camouflage, having no ability to hide in the snowpack himself. his brow lifted as ying invited him on a hunt. so soon after her most recent lost? he grinned roguishly, readying up by wave of his tail. "a rematch? only if you're ready to lose again." his tone was light, joking -- he had only been lucky last time, and was sure he would not be so lucky today.