Shaking Up The Snowglobe

The woman had been watching the location of her paws dutifully as ever as she crept almost silently through the snow as she had been trained to do for almost a year. If you listened very hard you might hear the soft pat pat pat of her paws striking the ground like a toothpick strikes a block of diamonds. She found herself in a gulley with a rather loud wolf near her. Well this should be fun. She convinced herself as she pushed her way towards the man as she was careful to keep it silent all the same. He was playing in snow, something she had never done because it was rather childish and futile all the same.


She had an indignant look on her face for a second before a mischievous smirk caught her. Yes, she would have fun with this one. She crept behind him, the wind blowing against her face making it more difficult for her scent to be caught by anyone in Series? direction. She used her paws to scoop snow and throw it at him before she rushed back to her hiding within the gulley. She snickered to herself but made no sound as she disciplined herself not to make a noise.