Blackfeather Woods galaxies formed from gravity

@Kove

Being alone in the heart of winter is not something that fazes Shivali too much. Traveling from the north, where the temperatures are lower and wind is angry and the idea of warmth is merely nonexistent. Life is easier with the pack, though, she won’t deny that, but as the snow thins the further she goes south, and the easier it is to traverse the terrain, she doesn’t worry as much as another.

The biggest thing to bother her is the isolation but each pack she stopped at hadn’t been ideal, or beneath her, and so she keeps going with no particular purpose.

The snow is interrupted with objects protruding, unidentifiable with a new blanket, but the occasional smear of pink and red is obvious enough. Her ears twist upon her head but she lingers, deciding ultimately to hang around a little while longer.

For several minutes she remains in one spot, staring at the tainted snow ahead. When she does move, she has to shake loose a layer of flakes that collected, shaking out her fur, and she finds a section near the southern border, just where things begin to curve, and she looses free a low howl for attention on this cold, late wintry afternoon.