12-21-2008, 12:14 AM
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Oh, snow. The slate colored wolfess wasn't certain if she liked it anymore. Although, looking around the wonderland of white, she supposed she could find some fondness for it. For the nuisance that it was, it was certainly something to look at. She shook snow flakes out of her coat, blinking against the soft snowfall. At least it wasn't raining or hailing. Soft snowflakes were a hell of a lot better than being pelted in the head with dime-sized ice chunks. She looked down interestedly at the tracks she had left in the snow. Grinning suddenly, the lime-eyed wolfess loped around with a sudden burst of speed. She dashed in two big loops, picking her legs up as she went. Laughing breathlessly, she skidded backward to review her work. She had formed a perfect figure eight in the snow. |