the pointy end

How her sister dealt with the cold was beyond her. Satire wanted nothing more than for it to be warm outside already so she could run around freely without worrying about her paws or her ears or her nose freezing off… and without having to worry about her tongue getting stuck to some ice or something. She frowned at her sister’s words with a pout on her features as she gave her pelt another shake, trying to get the cold that had settled in out as she started to pace.

It was the mention of warming up that caught her interest, her gaze finding her sister as a mischievous grin lit her features and her eyes narrowed playfully. “How?” She asked. Her sister explained and her tail started to wag at a pace to rival her sister’s. “You are so on. Winner gets to sit closer to the fire?” Satire was all about putting some stakes behind their little encounter. Her rump shook from side to side as she got ready to pounce, looking for her sister to start it off since it had been her idea.