The lake was partially frozen over, and soft paws slowed to halt at the frigid water's edge. The sky was draped in monochrome hues (primarily a dull, ashen grey), like an old, crumpled photograph, and the vixen stared dismally at the passing clouds - this day was perhaps the most boring of them all. Vyn had broken off from her path alongside her paler sister (temporarily?) and without a partner to vent to, or gossip with, what on earth was she supposed to do? Thoughts lingered at the back of her pallid skull, but she shrugged them off in nonchalance, ignorance, perhaps; besides, she supposed now that Valkyr had up and wandered off, she didn't have a back to watch but her own, right? Surely that was a positive thing? 

Her leathery nose brushed against the surface of the polar liquid, observing with scintillating eyes as the water rippled across the lake. Various scents were scattered around, and the doe cringed at the distinct aroma of bear - one must have passed through here (stopped for a drink, probably) as the scent had not long begun to fade. Her gaze swept around, but she reassured herself with the lack of the bear's presence; it must have left by now. A mighty sigh slipped from blackened lips, ears tipping forward on her crown and salmon tongue dipping into the water to soothe her throat.