When Two Collide

White snowflakes would fall around the russet and white female, soft white flakes getting caught into her red brown pelt. She felt at home here, the winter and snowfall a calming scenery for the fae.

She would make her way deeper into the snowfalls, the snow here falling quicker and heavier. A stressed growl and curse would reach her soft ears, the sound of a distressed male. "Well, let's go check it out," she would say and make her way to the male, spotting a black muzzle pushing it's way out of the snow trap he had himself in. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" she would ask, sitting on her haunches before the male.