She stretched, setting her forelimbs against the tree's supple bark, applying just enough pressure to tear the bark. Rearing up, her tail lashed as she stretched her neck backward with a satisfying crack, dropping to the snow with a stiff shake of her pelt. Gait smooth, she slipped from the rendezvous, believing a week of rest would be fine enough for her wound to heal. The faint smell of infection had faded, the scab covering the thing holding well, fresh pink skin along its edges.

Dawn picked up a lope as she came to the borders, moving along them smoothly, marking and remarking faded spots. Twin columns of fog slipped from her muzzle as she breathed, the cold burning her throat. It was bitterly cold; even her own limbs were beginning to feel stiff and chilled, her coat evidently reaching its limits. As she went, she searched too for fresh scents; perhaps she ought to meet one of the newer faces, however she doubted that they would actually stay. A fainter scent of @Aditya was tempting, too, and she paused briefly before considering it too faint to follow, continuing on her way.