don't eat the yellow snow

He wiggled through the undergrowth, and tried to plot out his next move. He also liked to hunch up a little into himself. It helped keep some of the bite of the cold out. If he hadn’t been so darn wet and cold, he might have moved quicker, and gone further. If he hadn’t been a muddy wet mess, he might have lost.

Instead, he hadn’t gone too far when the wind changed, and the scent of her reached him. He perked up his head, seaking out this scent, searching for her. He couldn’t see her yet, she was being too stealthy in her movements. He knew where she was going however, and he suddenly knew her trick. She was trying to go around him to the tree, sneaky little wolf.

He started back towards the tree, moving slow and careful himself. His dark shape scarcely noticeable in the starlight. Malalia on the other hand, her light coat shone when any light touched her, and gave her away. He crept along, closer, and closer, and then he launched himself from the bushes, aiming to tackle her to the ground.