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Her charge was successful though she clearly hadn’t meant it to be. When their forms collided and for a moment onyx melded with the hues of autumn, she yelped in surprise as the two of them tumbled down into the snow. The cold was nothing to the thick hide, but the amble fur made it easier for snow to cling. Still in a bit of a daze, she attempted to roll back to her feet with yet another playful yelp as her ear was captured before the assailant when sprinting away. Where was the fun in that, the drawl of her howl voiced as she hurriedly scrambled to her paws kicking snow and rock every which way to gain her footing. Had this been a brawl or spar, she would have been on her feet in an instant and ready to take another round, but in the midst of play, her form mattered little. All she cared about was reaching him and seek out revenge on his ear.
And hurry she did, loping down the hillside in graceful bounds. Seeing him wait, she had prepared herself to gain footing and stop, but seeing his muscles flex, her ears shot forward attentively, recognizing the gesture in his muscles but was too late to make the advance herself and stop him. He was a dark blur atop the white in an instant, followed swiftly by an autumn leaf caught on the wind. Oh, she was going to get that black tail of his if it was the last thing she did today. It was just light catching the ever elusive marten, except this prey was much bigger and gave her a bigger challenge. But that taunting tail would be hers.
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