Together We Stand Tall

The dame could feel the chill of the snow across her pelt. Small droplets of white came down upon the ground and the woman's body. The frigid temperatures sent chills down her spine and made her nostrils burn from the cold's sharpness; almost like being stung by a thousand bees. However, the cold would hit the gash that bore across her ear, and she would sigh. However, the smell of someone whom she had known happened to surround her nostrils and a smile came across her face.

She walked over to where the man's scent was the strongest; and she would smile when she looked at him; "It is nice to see you again, my friend," her tail swayed freely as she sat her haunches upon the white landscape. Her blood colored eyes stood out upon the snow when her eyes met his.