Phyrrus smiled and followed in his footsteps, her legs springing up blissfuly. She gained speed, running at his side. The snow was light and powdery. It would have slowed a shorter wolf. Lucky for Phy, she was able to sprint gracefully past the trees. She didn't really know where they were going. But, she didn't have fear that she would find herself lost, yet it was a little nerve wracking to be going somewhere new. With a questioning glance to Anthem, Phy wondered what he was thinking. She ran on, even though her legs were starting to burn and her paws where numb from the ice.
"How much longer?" Little puffs of precipitation escaped her maw as she spoke. They had been running for a solid five or six minutes.The pair approached a small ditch, the ground sloping downward. Phyrrus locked her muscles, slowing her speed a little. The terrain was rocky and her paws were digging deeper into the snow reaching the permafrost underneath. With a jolt her paw caught on an iced over root and her body toppled over into the snow. Phy struggled to release her leg and with a penetrating whine of the root tearing, she was free. Sort of. She pushed around the snow, trying to get some footing to stand up. With a triumphant laugh, she gripped onto some ice and lifted her self up. Powder caked her silvery frame, dangling in little clumps.