McMurdo

Cold, wet snow. Hot, sweaty skin.

"Good race, you guys. You deserve it."

"Thanks. You really gave us a run for our money. Goddamn."

"Give them Kiwis hell for us, mmkay?"

"You bet."

I open my eyes. I'm panting hard. Natasha holds a paw out to me.

"You all right?"

I take it, and she lift me up. A slick of melted snow chills my neck.

"I'm fine. Just pushing myself, you know?"

She smiles.

Marshal turns our way. A big smile and bigger outstretched arms.

He catches me. Lifts me. Squeezes me.

Snow flies from my feathers, and I'm not so cold anymore.

[From Itch.io]