Desolate Blizzard

His tail wagged harder as she barreled toward him with all the determination a smaller form could hold. He wasn’t done yet, but braced as she leapt into her tackle.

He let her land, and found his head somewhere around her sternum, her forelegs straddling his shoulders and, in that moment, he sought to enact his quickly formed plan. He sought to rear, aiming to scoop the smaller wolf into the air with a flip of his head as he went vertical on his back legs.

He was quick to drop back to his fours and twist to pounce at the girl, indomitable grin panting a playful laugh into the air in cloudy puffs of air.

Word Count: 116
Total: 2928

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think