Blacktail Deer Plateau 'cause I've got memories and travel like gypsies in the night

She'd thought her wanderlust well sated (or at least for the winter) but the familiar itch in her paws spurned her to leave the territory. There were so many things to see in the winter; everything made perfect and silent by snow and ice. And yet she did not leave; contrary to her childhood, too many things tethered here now to simply slip away. In a way, she missed the ease of adventure as a pup, but she'd grown accustomed to being this deeply rooted in the pack. 

The night was young, but exceptionally clear; the stars stretched across the sky in a rich tapestry of light. She found herself near the borders, of half a mind to slip across them and be gone for a night. But she knew well enought that her little trips grew longer and larger, and with a sigh turned back into the depths of the territory, the bitter cold of night settling heavy in her fur, chill raking down her spine every time a particularily heavy gust raked through her fur.