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Finally, the pair stopped in the Thistle Meadow. Loretta stood belly deep in the snow and her bonded was barely affected by the white substance as it covered his hooves and much of his feathering. Night was falling on the land now and the temperature was dropping. Both creatures, Archibald and Loretta, were protected from the harsh climate by their thick winter coats. The cold was written in their DNA, making their bodies adapt well--far better than some of the others in the herd. With their adaptions they felt little effects from the cold except for their breath moving out in visible white puffs.
After standing in silence for so long Loretta made the first sound. Her body shook as she readied her body to move, to get her blood flowing, and she took one long leap up towards her bonded's head, releasing a high pitched noise that could be best described somewhere between a whine and a bark. Through this Archibald was brought back to reality, removed from his thoughts. His conflicted golden eyes looked down at his companion bitch, now wagging her tail and wiggling around to please him. Blinking Archibald sighed and lowered his muzzle to touch her back gently. With satisfaction the red dog started moving away from her stallion, jumping in the snow and yipping loudly.
Following suite, Archibald jumped forward and kicked his back legs into the air, sending all of the thoughts he held in him--most specifically on who had blinded him at the meeting--into the air with a great amount of powdery snow.
