Ruì Xuě let out a long, heavy sigh that ruffled the surface of the river water.
He leaned forward, staring critically at his reflection. He tried to pull his fluffy white eyebrows down into a fierce, intimidating V-shape. He bared his small fangs. He attempted to mimic the exact, bone-chilling glare his father, Han Shān, used whenever the Fox Lord got too close to his mother.
Ruì Xuě let out a tiny, experimental growl. Grrr.
He did not look like a terrifying Snow Leopard Alpha in training. He looked like a very soft, very angry cotton ball.
"Are you practicing your brooding face?"
Ruì Xuě jumped, nearly tumbling headfirst into the river. He spun around, his thick white tail puffing up defensively.
Hanging upside down from the thick branch of a nearby willow tree was Yòu Lín.
The ten-year-old fox kit was grinning so widely his eyes were squeezed shut, his bushy orange tail swaying like a pendulum.
