Don't Have a Name Yet.

The Visitor

The gray and white furred girl trudges through the thick snow, barely breaking the thin layer of ice encasing it. Her thick heavy pads nearly glide over the white blanket without sinking a hair's length in. As she continues trotting, a fine dust of snowflakes grip onto her thick fur, making the tips of her hairs almost sparkle in the harsh winds, whipping them about every which way. She stops abruptly, and swivels her ears to and fro. She sniffs the air, and stifles her breath so that puffs of hot air don't turn into visible clouds. Her mane fur raises slightly as if she's being watched. She turns around, looking at the dead bare brush and trying to see if anything's lurking behind the shadows. She turns back around and something hits her square in the face.

"Poff!" She lets out a squeal and falls over, sinking into the thick snow and leaving her head and shoulders sticking out from under the crusty ice. She suddenly hears cackling coming from the brush. I couldn't hold it anymore.

"Damn it Taido! Aren't we a little old for snowball fights?!" She mutters curses under her breath as she shakes the wet snow off her face. I start laughing even harder and step out of the brambles clumsily, convulsing too harshly with laughter to be graceful.

"The look on your face...*gasp*.... was priceless!!" I collapse on the ground and roll in the snow with utter glee.

"You're so immature!' she scrunches up her brow in false anger. I look up at her, my hands tucked closely to my chest.

"Well at least I'm the same. When did you become such a girl? All whiney and naggy; you sound like my gran-gran!" I grin devilishly at her, feeling the corners of my mouth pull up further by the second.

"I do not! I'm just sophisticated is all!" I snort loudly, causing a large cold cloud to form.

"I know that's a lie! You're just a pansy! Admit you're a pansy!"

"Never! I could beat you easy," She feigns a snarl and twitches her ears. "If I remember properly, the last time we tussled I whipped you real good!" She sneers.

I rub my velvety chin hair, as if I had grown face fur overnight in mock confusion.

"I... don't recall... Perhaps I just let you win because I'm a gentleman!"

"Gentleman or not I can still whipped you! And I could do it again if I felt like it!" Her voice grows shrill as she tries really hard not to laugh.

"Whoa there missy, that sounds like a challenge if I ever heard one!"

"You're damn straight it's a challenge!" She lunges herself at me, toppling me with sheer force. I struggle to get out of the deep snow bank and spring on top of her, but she recovers just in time to skip to the side like a dancing snow spirit. She grabs me by the shoulders and tosses me on the ground. She sits on my chest, forcing the wind out of my lungs in attempt to pin me. She had grown stronger, but so have I. I hook my toes under her fur vest and yank her backwards. We roll around and try to put each other in headlocks laughing like maniacs. I finally get on top of her and sit on her chest. I grab her wrists as she struggles to push me off. She finally goes limp, and giggling hard. Harsh air fills my lungs with every sharp breath as I begin to grow weary of playing in the cold. She looks up at me panting and smiles, and suddenly something feels so strange about it. My face feels so hot, and my ear tips feel as if they're about to burst into flames despite the cold air. I swallow as a small lump grows in my throat. Her eyes look so bright in the gray atmosphere, even bluer than the sky that I've begun to miss. Her soft face is curved so roundly, almost childlike despite her age. She looked much more shapely than my spindly frame at the moment, and her head fur, less than shoulder's length echoes her soft face. She suddenly frowns.