Colours bombarded his senses. Everywhere the spring sun reached, blooms thrived.
He caught yelps and a myriad of birdsong drifting on the crisp winds as he ran.
Green shoots pushed through snow still clinging to the base of trees; branches hanging as shields against the warm sun.
Ducking his head as he wove through the forest, his ears swivelled, searching. His hair bristled as he spotted the clearing. Taking a breath, he leapt and landed in a furry heap with another.
Thick paws clashed and fangs nipped as wet snouts and rumbling howls mingled.
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