[Oh, Mukuro's so comfortable in her body that even as odd as she looks, there's no part that looks awkward or miserable. Her nearly serpentine body is fluid in motion, and she sails through the snow without a spray of snow to match, whereas Trish is practically plowing through it, the snow upended and tossed aside with each not-quite-mighty bound.

It's a fun contrast, and if there's a contest, Trish isn't thinking about it. It's clearly not the point. The point is the experience, the joy of moving in concert with a body she's refused to get acquainted with. The challenge aspect is a smart move on Mukuro's part, changing it from a game to something that requires focus.

All of this is a small step, in many ways, but it is a step. More than Trish has made in months on her own.

By the end though, she's definitely huffing and puffing, and when she stops, it's with a slam of her paws on the hillside, a plume of snow raining on the side of the tree that Mukuro thankfully isn't on. The werebear reaches up to paw some of the residual snow off her – person? no, off herself – looking to the grinning werewolf across the trunk from her with a rare, open expression of wonder.]

And here I thought I'd never see you again once you really got going.

[Said dryly, because it's Trish, but she can't help but look over her shoulder, and...wow.]

...Oh, we covered a lot more ground than I thought. You can see where we started.

[Because...there is a winding trail drawn in the snow by her. Bears will never be subtle, huh? But at least bears will also never get lost?!]