Bitterroot Valley Been Running, Running, Running

It had been an accident, at first; she'd fallen asleep only to wake in a world of white. It had taken her a moment to realize the weight on her, and a moment longer to realize the snow that surrounded her and panic. She'd burst out of the snow like a rocket, only to find, in hindsight, that staying under the snow kept her warm. Concepts of insulation were foreign to her, and thus she assumed that above the snow was cold, while below was warm and perfect for spending the nights. 

Only this time, she'd slept a little too long; by the time she burst out of the snow it was midday. And, it seemed, she was no longer alone - the little collie burst out of the ground quick suddenly only a few meters away from another dog - no, a wolf. She'd never truly met one of the elusive creatures; seen them distantly, certainly, but never this close. For a for moments she simply gaped, blinking sleep from her eyes as she stared, tongue seemingly leaden.