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A wave of triumph washed over him and he impishly chuckled, ”Good game,” He draped himself over the log, gazing down at her warmly, ”Hmm. Perhaps one might relax for now. Any more of this and we might find ourselves snowed in somewhere.” He glanced up to the sky, noticing now that the moon had been tucked away and the whole of Relic Lore was being dusted with large snowflakes.
Borden smiled, closing his eyes as the flakes fell over his face and along his back. Ah, snow... As much as he hated how much it sometimes hindered his daily strolls and kept him from his perch high upon the mountain, he loved it so. The feeling that instilled itself within his chest was something like being blessed by nature herself. It meant a change in seasons, a lesson of hardship and a test of endurance. The way the snow sparkled like diamonds for miles around and froze the streams and ponds over with ice held a charm all its own that only came about this time of year.
Raising a hind leg onto the log he lifted himself up and sprawled across the frosted bark. ”I didn’t startle you that much, did I?” he asked, gently shaking the flecks of white from atop his snout. Another charming smile… He drew a breath and exhaled slowly, the thrill of excitement starting to mellow out into his usual calm demeanor. The black-tipped plume at his back settled for a moment before waving about once more.
Adrenaline. His body must have been craving for it. Why else would he feel so… elated? Uplifted? One of his forearms hung down on her side of the log, his claws disturbing the once-smooth surface of the frost that coated the ground. It was getting late; he never wanted this night to end. To forever play amongst the intimidating shadows of the wildwood trees and continue to pursue Jayse in and out of the moonlight would have been ideal if he never had to mind his duties as Midnight Plateau’s Beta. He watched Jayse for a while, smiling softly as she panted, trying to catch her own breath. He wanted to treasure this moment, her and their late night game, and the way the moon and trees, even for a moment, gave them a playground to frolic in. The chase. The laughter. The joy of having a pack mate to converse with. With every fiber of his being he wanted to remember it, so he could always have a marker to remind him how nice it was to let down his guard, to play, at least every now and then.