A half familiar scent met Neela's nostrils and the collie gazed curiously at a black furred face that she shortly remembered as that of the Anatheman, Caprica. The concerned gaze quickly turned to amusement as the younger woman jumped backwards in shock at Neela's appearance, slipping on the ice and landing solidly on the ice.
The impact looked, and sounded, painful; the sound accented by breaking glass as Caprica dropped a bottle of wine which smashed against the hard ice. Neela winced and concern broke through her amusement at the spectacle, lacing her voice as she called out, "Cap? Ya okay?" Neela padded forward out of the bush, arcing her back as she stretched out her back muscles before trotting over to Caprica, carefully making her way onto the ice.
Neela hovered her eyes and nose over Caprica's body as the collie strode along her, thankfully detecting no signs of blood nor serious injury. Satisfied that Caprica's pride seemed more damaged than her actual body Neela nosed her muzzle agains't the younger female's cheek, giving her ears a quick licking, "Cmon Cap, up ya get."
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