[Training] you are iron

Amalia Still sitting on a shelf and never Never seen the sun shine brighter She misses him narrowly, sailing over his lowered form and landing gracefully on the ground, her tail sending a wave of snow cascading out around them. Whuffing gently, she lowers herself to the snow, her haunches elevated, her shoulders down, ready to leap back into action at whatever provocation he may give. It is strange to feel dominant, as though she has the greater experience, more understanding of her body and this world. She watches the tiger tense for the spring, his majestic body coiled and wound, already planning how she'll react. If leopards could grin she certainly would; instead she communicates her excitement and enthusiasm through a swatting tail and a yipping growl. She is ready when Deimos leaps, rising up as high as she can, a spring unleashed into the air to try and clear him. She doesn't succeed, which is neither a surprise nor disappointment, because as the tiger crashes into her Amalia wraps her long arms around him, trying to scramble onto the soft warm belly she knows is there and pin him down. And it feels like me on a good day