Hideaway Strath with the bitter salt of blood

He would not waste time once she agreed to join him. While she scooted, he flopped into a pile and sought to bury himself from more. Then popped out of it completely dusted in the fine icy powder.

Laughter slipped free from him every now and then. A bit breathless as he sought to take a place near where she rolled. Wiggling on his own back in a mimic of her own actions. She seemed far more experience at playing in the snow. If that was even a skill he could compare.

Well, is it as fun as it sounded? Heavy foggy pants of breath escaped between his words, head craned and tilted to try and catch a sideward look at her.