Rhaegal withdrew from the den, glancing around the craggy clearing that housed her den. His nostrils flared, sniffing at the cold winter air. Bastille's scent was all encompassing here - though this place had once belonged to her family, it was not distinctly hers. Still, he was able to detect the freshest hints of her perfume - she hadn't been gone long. He only just noticed a fresh set of paw prints that led up the slope behind her den when her voice filled the air and his head tilted back, black ears pricked forward to find her coming crashing down at him. A boyish grin split his features wide at her surprise attack, and he did not flinch away from the assault from above. His legs folded partially below him, and he drew his head to the side upon collision so that they would not knock skulls. There was an 'oomph' as the air rushed from his lungs.

Together they tumbled backwards, rolling head over each other's tails down the slight incline that led to the den mouth. They were a tangle of legs and bodies, and when Rhaegal caught his breath he laughed out loud. Crystals of snow scattered in the air as their bodies' momentum decreased, finding Bastille on top and Rhaegal sprawled in a snowbank as she found her footing and began to extricate herself from their mess of limbs. Before she could, however, he slung a paw up towards her withers in something resembling a hug and lifted his head from the snow to press his cold nose into her cheek.

Collapsing back into the snow he barked another laugh, looking up at her golden cape and appreciating the way it was now flecked through with snow. "You'd think I would've learn by now that you can't out-trick the master," he said, a dashing smile painted across his features. Rolling onto his side, he pawed at the snow for a moment before lifting to his feet, shaking his entire body and sending snow flying in a puff of white away from him. He turned to Bastille, lowering his body in a half play-bow, half stretch before moving forward to practically dance in circles around her. "So then, what's on the agenda today? Steal another fur from Arthfael's den? Sneak some of those special plants from Niviaq's collection? Or have you got something truly surprising in store?" Some part of him just wanted to continue tumbling in the snow with her, enjoying the closeness of Bastille's body and the way their fur meshed together just so.