Northstar Vale tuesday, the seventeenth, bright lights and camaraderie

AW - pack prompt!

snow. it was indra's first winter, and thus, first interaction with the white cold. she was already intimate with the cold, and how it curled her paws and stung her lungs -- but the crisp whiteness that blanketed the territory and gave it an unfamiliar mystique captivated her. she didn't love it; she wanted to roll in it, and play in it, but without laurel, she didn't want to play at all.

instead she settled into the powder and dug her elbows deep into the depths, snuffling her nose into the snow with deep breaths that sent the powdery substance into a flurry. she watched silently and sullenly as the glittering crystals settled, but moved no more.