The Snowy Day
There was a small snowbank in the way but nock didn't care, his rig could take on that little snowdrift! he pressed down hard on the accelerator pedal, driving it as fast as it would go.
Family matters within the Clan
The weather was lovely, the birds were singing, and he had his new mate upon his arm, the sleek furred, curvy rodent's fur a stark and clean white that shimmered like a fresh snowdrift as she moved.
Around The Fur - Chapters 1 and 2
I got my little creative zen (my ipod having bit the dust in an unfortunate snowdrift accident) chock full of rock and metal and whatever else i feel like hearing at the moment, and it's got this sweet screen on it so i can scroll through pictures while
Amber Silverblood: Silverpack, Chapter Nineteen
I managed to get to the other side of the street before tripping over the curb and falling face down in a snowdrift. i struggled to pick myself up, my arms wobbly, but i was too slow.
Escaping the Storm: Part 4
"you read my mind," he replied, striding achingly past a small snowdrift at the train station's entrance. "this weather doesn't help either. it'll be good to get home and into the warm." "that's one advantage of riding in here." "hey."
The Gryphon's Embrace
The voice was pearl’s, though the feathers had given it away since nobody else looked like a moving snowdrift. mumbling his agreement, the wolfbird’s drowsy mind drifted as he melted into the soft feathers.
The Ad
It had been great fun, the young panther disappearing into snowdrifts every time he decided to take a new path, or watching his mother flub a downhill run and fall on her face.
Polar Power 1
Brann screamed before he landed facedown in a snowdrift, ass up in the air. before he could recover, the polar bears caught up with him. one slapped his ass hard enough to make him yelp, his face reddening as he fought futilely to escape.
Wolfy 1
Jacob reluctantly lay down in a fresh snowdrift and let the alpha straddle his aching muzzle. despite having marked jacob the alpha pissed strongly down his submissive's throat.
Persistence
He remained still though, focusing on the wind and airflow over the snowdrifts.
Out of the frying pan, into the campfire - Commission for Flamesofsorrow
No time to question why the forest had a snowdrift in the middle of nowhere, or if it was actually snow. she threw herself in and almost cried in relief, the effects were immediate and therapeutic.
Starfox Adventures Parody 4: Surprising Companions
Fox groaned as he pulled his head out of the snowdrift, shaking his head from side to side and dislodging the powder clinging to his fur and his ears. pushing himself to his feet with a grunt, he looked around.