Bramblepoint With the new day comes new strength

Aviana found herself in Bramblepoint this cloudy afternoon. It was beginning to snow, and she knew the forest would provide some protection from it. But, she needed to find a spot to curl up in. Her tail swayed back and forth, a sign of her good mood, and her ears were perked for any sounds. The forest seemed eerily quiet. No birds chirp, no frogs croaked, no squirrels squeaked. They were all preparing for the winter and didn't waste precious energy on vocalizations. Aviana did miss their songs, though. 

Her gait was relaxed as she strolled between the trees, wondering if there were others around. She hadn't met any new wolves since returning to the Wilds, but this time it wasn't because she was hiding. It just seemed fate hadn't brought anyone her way. She crouched down by a stream, and licked the frozen edges. Winter was coming fast, if this was any indication. For a few moments, she simply watched the water flow by, memorized.