torgar was filled with a keen delight. the girl who called in something like northern spun with graceful dance. the other tossed white drifting toward him. torgar was surrounded by coppery flashing and the joy in two pairs of verdant eyes, shades to fall in gradient with one another.
enchanted and filled with adrenaline, he spun for the tail-thief and tried to lunge for the runner at the same.
tongue lolled; torgar responded to the backward spring with a forward of his own.
forelegs shoved into the snow; who would run? who might chase?