Neverwinter Forest haunted by ill angels only

*throws Amari into the background*

Dainty paws stung against the cold snow as the white and silver female travelled her way toward the borders. The girl's bright blue eyes were squinted some as the brisk wind ceaselessly slapped against her small form, almost buffeting the girl. She didn't mind the cold, but this unusually colder weather really took it out of her. Never had she seen a winter like this. Amari shuddered as she ventured forward, gradually finding it harder to move on, the cold becoming more and more unbearable as continuous amounts of bitter ice fell from the sky, blanketing not only the ground, but everything else under its unfriendly reign.

Amari's legs wanted to tremble as the uncomfortable numb feeling began to travel up her limbs, a soft growl of dislike soon escaping her mouth as she slowly lowered her head, attempting to see better through the flurries of snow at a lower angle. Regardless of feeling numb and having poor vision of her surroundings, the girl continued forward, mostly out of fear that if she did stop, she'd become Neverwinter's first decorative ice statue and one in the shape of a poorly sized wolf at that.