Obtuse, Guava Juice, Rubber Goose, Chocolate Moose

Rakia prowled through the snow-laden expanse, her icy blue eyes scanning the monotonous landscape for any new information in the hoofprints they were trailing. The wind whipped around her, carrying with it the scent of crisp pine and frostbitten undergrowth, a delicate perfume that masked the tantalizing scent they were doggedly tracking.

Underneath, the snow was compacted and brittle from the weight of their quarry. The edges of the tracks were slightly blurred, proof of the time that had passed. But judging by the pace of the moose's gait, they were travelling much faster. Its direction as it veered south towards a thicket of pine trees. The way it stopped briefly, perhaps to rest or simply marvel at its surroundings.

She felt her heart pounding in her chest, not from exertion but anticipation. Her breath materialized in ephemeral clouds before her face, disappearing like fleeting thoughts into the cold air. Oh, they were getting ready to have a lot of fun.

"Rakia Perreau"