Gede-1546: (P)Talis

Trija panted as her paws thundered in the slushy snow beneath her, dodging through trees and weaving beneath bushes as she sprinted through the patches of melting snow and yellowing grass. Finally, she broke through the treeline, and in front of her ran her packmates, chasing after a large elk. Lowering her head and forcing her muscles forward, she worked to meet them on the path they were on now, running alongside them further up the hill. "Cut him off, Talis!" She called, sliding on ...