they won't know I'm missing 'til they pull me out the mystic

Her breath fogged the air in front of her, and her toes curled inwards to preserve some measure of warmth. Perhaps that was why there was just a little extra spice in her glare as she looked at her favourite wolf in the world. “Your right, I’m a totally different coal-sparks coloured wolf. I just thought I'd prank you and pretend you were my brother…” she began, turning up the sarcasm.

The much larger wolf pushed his way into her personal space. Far from being annoyed, she breathed in deeply of the scent of him. He was childhood and safety and fond memories. Warmth, on the freezing lake of a glacier. Then he was digging his teeth into her scruff, and yanking her closer. She yelped in surprise, through it was half laughter as she let the larger wolf pull her into his chest. That was fine, he was warm, and she was freezing. She even dug her toes into his paws for good measure - and then felt cool wetness on the back of her head. “No, no!” she cried, ducking her head out of his tongues reach, and rapidly smoothing her hair down with a paw. “Eeeew, you gianslobering doberman” she said, shoving her shoulder into his.


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