Sleepy Fox Hollow Können

The snow was a bright white glare in Dusty Rose's eyes. His long legs broke through the drifts with ease, but his body was more cumbersome to push along. He was cold — he had never been so cold in his life, and had never imagined he could be so cold.

Even so, he was enjoying himself. There was a bright sparkle in his dark blue eyes as he navigated the territory, looking for a new pile of snow to roll around in. The cold seemed to erase their scents even more quickly than the sun had back in the desert, but Dusty was well suited to the arduous task. Mindless Fixation was practically his middle name!

"Emmerich!" he called when he caught sight of a white hood among whiter background. The youth stopped walking and began a series of high leaps to make it to his young pack mate more quickly. "You've got some great camouflage! As long as you're hip-deep in it, anyway!"

The coywolf's brushy tail wheeled in friendly greeting, and Dusty tried to poke his snipey nose into Emmerich's scruff to see where he'd been and who he'd seen and what he'd been up to. And partially because he liked to poke at the younger wolf — he thought he could beat him in a wrestling match, but that probably wouldn't be the case for long. He had to take advantage of this opportunity while he could!

But instead of outright challenging the wolf, Dusty Rose merely made himself as attractive a target as he could — by being pokey and insufferably upbeat.