Juneau cocked his head at the fae. "No, no, no. We're getting you to the house now. Then I'll go find her. You're hurt." He yipped, curling his fluffy tail over his back. "Come on, this way. I need to get you back before the snow gets heavier." He insisted, turning towards the direction he knew the house was in.
Stak's tongue bounced from his jaws as he sprinted after Eska. The fae had reached the shore by then. Slowing his strides, he hopped to a bouncy halt beside the victor, panting. "Heh, okay, you win." He admited, straightening up. "But only because you play dirty." He added with a smirk, giving the husky's shoulder a push with his forepaw. The snow had begun to fall quickly, making visibility hazy all too quickly. The Chinook gazed up at the white and grey sky, laying his ears back. "We should probably get back. It would suck to get stuck out here in this white out."