An Ice Dance

Dagrún glanced at the lovely woman that joined them and she stared for a moment at the vibrant coat, before turning back to the pale girl and nodding. They would pull their weight. The girl took the lead and Dagrún stalked forward, her claws hidden within her paws so she padded softly across the ice. The strategy sounded good enough to her. As the chased the elk and got them running inevitably the weaker ones would fall behind and there they could pick and subdue their target. The cold air felt good on her sore body, it brought a sense of clarity to her mind even if no memories resurfaced.