Pluto

"With each bark, each whine, each howl, frost creeps across my fur."

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"I'm so damn tired of freezing my food!" Pluto complained, staring up at Zohra from his place on the ground. He was groveling, the side of his head pressed into the ground and his neck exposed.

"Get up, you look pathetic," Zohra growled, shooting a glare down at him before turning away to examine the bark of a tree.

Pluto bounced to his paws. "Please teach me how to control it! I'll leave you alone forever if you do!"

Zohra sighed. She turned back to look at Pluto, irritation lacing her face. "Fine. But once we're done you'll leave, or I will resort to violence."

Pluto grinned. "Is that a threat or a promise?"

Zohra leapt at Pluto with a snarl, knocking him over and pinning him to the ground. Vines began to creep up from the soil, wrapping around his body. She leaned in close until they were almost muzzle to muzzle. "Very much a threat. You don't want to mess with me."

Pluto barked a laugh, and his claws glistened with frost. "Well, in my world it was a promise, and you just delivered on it." His eyes glinted mischievously and he poked his tongue out to lick Zohra's nose playfully.

She jerked back, scrambling off of Pluto. Her face was a mask of disgust and annoyance. "I'm leaving you here. Consider getting out your first lesson." With that, she whipped around, stalking briskly through the trees.

The blue-furred wolf suddenly frowned. He thrashed around, trying to loosen the grip of the vines. "Wait-. Zohra? Zohra! Come back, help! I can't get out, don't leave me like this!"

He could've sworn he heard her laugh as he struggled.