spring and snow

As she licked at Rannochs crown, the big elk made a sound of pleasure and leaned into her. Taiga's chest was pressed against him as she continued to lick at the itchy nubs. A big paw settled over the man's shoulders and she rubbed her cheek against him once more, spreading her scent upon him. A predator was less likely to mess with an herbivore that smelled like a lioness. Something harming the elk was the last thing that Taiga wanted.

In true feline fashion, the cat unceremoniously thumped back to the ground, rolling a little bit in the grass and flowers before coming to rest against Rannochs side, on her back once more. She looked up at him, ruby eyes fixed on his broad snout. "Enjoying your taste of spring?" She didn't know how he felt about his antlers missing other than knowing that their absence made his head itchy. She imagined all three of them were enjoying the break in the icy chill of winter. Oscar was for sure. The little donkey had a rough time in deep snow and bitter cold.

"I wonder where we should go next." The world was their oyster, so to speak. The quartet could travel wherever they wanted and see whatever they wanted. Nothing tied them to the north other than Taiga's love of snow and all things cold. The cat focused on the elks green eyes once more. "Is there anything in the world that you'd like to see? Anywhere that you'd like to go?"

"Taiga"