Mistletoe padded down the snowy trail of the forest, her husband shivering at her side. She snuggled her nose deeper in her scarf and narrowed her eyes into the dark of the forest. Bramble sighed next to her and flicked his ear.
"Its possible we won't find her tonight, darling..."
Mistletoe growled and fluffed her fur against the falling snow.
"We probably dont want to find her tonight... but I dont even know if her wicked form can survive this blizzard.... it should ha...
