Give in to me

Feeling strangely alone himself the memoire brute watched the softly falling snow from the cover of his oak tree. The outside world was white on white and he would have completly missed the alabaster wolf fightng her way through the snow laden ground, had it not been for the noises of effort she made. His ears would lift, his body leaning lightly forward as he tried to make out the source of the noise. It was obvious quite quickly what the creator of the sound was and he began to edge forward, out of his sheltered spot. The falling snow was only a light flutter, almost nothing more then a soft, moist wind against his coat.

He found the white wolf with his eyes, with some difficulty. Once he had he would watch her for a moment, utterly amused. Finally, the brute could hold in his amusement no longer, and his tone dripped with it. "There's an easier path directly to your right. I can see the stones from here" he pointed out dryly, baffled as to why the longer wolf didn't use it.