Out For A Stroll!

*Surreal* · 06-06-2013, 11:37 PM

Surreal

The dark silver grey pup sprinted through the snow, tail wagging high in the air, making snowflakes dance around it and she scampered up a small incline and down the other side, panting laughter bursting free into the winter air. She absolutely loved snow. It was so new. So wonderful! It made her energy spike. There were so many games you could play in the stuff.

She tried to leap the log that lay across the trail. Well, she almost made it. Surreal wriggled, then wrinkled her nose. She was firmly beached, one end back where she?d come from, front end on the side she was wanting to go, and her belly directly on the middle. Her front paws scrabbled for purchase on the bark, and she even managed to pull herself forward a few inches. She sagged on the log a little, then tried again. A little further. Another rest, then she continued trying.

Finally, with a tremendous heave, she slid over the edge and tumbled to the ground. She sat there a moment, then stood up and shook herself. Then she looked over her shoulder at the obstacle. She?d done it! Her tail flagged high with delight. Then she took off at a trot. Snow fell around her as she broke from the forest into a meadow, one of many meadows and plains that dotted the landscape of Valhalla. Her mother had deemed them just old enough to go out in pairs, as long as they didn?t go too close to the coast, or try to cross the boundary river.

Surreal knew she?d get into some measure of trouble for being out alone, but the pull of adventure was too much to resist. And Gabriel had become so? Surly. She tried to integrate him into the fun, but he didn?t seem to enjoy any of them. It made her tail droop a little. Maybe she was taking the wrong path with him? He never really did play much, and he seemed to hate getting dirty. Maybe the snow would cheer him up. It was so, clean. It smelled wonderful, fresh. Like water and air put together. In fact, Mother had said that snow was, in effect, just that.

Maybe she would try talking to Gabriel. Ask him what he wanted, instead of trying to drag him into play. She slowed to a stop and planted her rump in the snow, pink tongue darting out of her dark muzzle as she panted, puffs of mist pluming from her open mouth.

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