The light to my cigarette

Her soon would reach her in probably record timing. For a moment he looked serious, but then an all telling smirk would curl his dark lips. Her eyes narrowed to slits when he spoke. "I can still beat your ass." She would growl in annoyance. Weariness clawed at her bones and the desire to eat and curl up in a warm den was overpowering. But she had come to visit with her son. She would look expectantly at him, the urge to just waltz right into his home was overpowering, but she would be polite during her first visit here, after than she made no promises. Her tail twitched as nostrils quivered. She was growing impatient. There was much she needed to share with him. Though mostly she was here simply because she was nosy and wanted to know what was going on in her sons life, what she had missed in their time apart and how he fairing. Claws kneaded the snow beneath her paws, snow continually falling around them. She could not express enough how much she hated winter.

"Burn Baby Burn"