Desolate Blizzard
[Possible Fighting Seasonal?][Or Large Predator Fight]
05-15-2020, 04:01 PM
Her paws landed satisfyingly on his nose, and his yip was the sweet, sweet sound of success in her ears. Mal laughed as she sailed by, turning on her paws as she landed to stare at him from a distance, her breath clouding the air in front of her.
A win was a win, and hearing Cairo’s surrender drew a sharp grin and a happy little chuff as she bounded back his way, tail curled high. “Damn skippy I do!” She flopped down beside him, tail sweeping up the snow behind her as she smiled up at him, the gloating all too apparent in her expression.
When he said he had something for her, she was drawn to attention, ears flicking upwards as she regarded him with curiosity, and a hair of excitement. “You didn’t tell me you were gonna making me something! Honestly, I wasn’t even... sure I’d see you again so soon,” she laughed, her ears leveling with faint embarrassment. He lived all the way on the far west side of the continent, after all. As fondly as she remembered the Valhallan, she’d assumed their meeting was a one-off.
Gratefully, that wasn’t the case. “Soooo, what is it?” She poked his foreleg. “And when can I see it?”
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