Bitterroot Valley does the cold ever leave you

Dawn-lit wandering had drawn her to the taiga, fur snow-dusted and bones aching from the cold. Valley stretched beneath her, pale expanse drawing her gaze but she did not delve into it yet. She settled on the ridge, standing against a backdrop of rose and gold as the sun rose from behind tall, star-piercing mountains.

Foggy breath slipped from between dark lips. A sigh -- not of relief, for her wandering was never finished. She was always a lone wolf. Lost, wandering through a world which never seemed to cease stretching out before her. There was a time she had not been lost as she was now, stood side by side with other wolves -- no more, they had been lost to flame and burned to ash. Misty eyes watched as sunlight spread across the snow, glittering like diamonds beneath where she was perched on the ridge.

Svetlana attempted to find a tree to rest beneath, hoping the snow to be thinner beneath it so that she would not have to rest amidst the cold. To no avail, though, because wherever she went it was cold and her teeth came close to chattering.

The sound of chattering teeth piqued Draper's interest, and he soon found their source: a large, intimidating grey wolf. Oh jeez. He did not enjoy approaching those types, so perhaps he could sneak past her without noticing. A falling branch had other ideas, when it decided to crash its way right next to him, causing him to leap straight up into the air.

Holy be-JEEZ-us! he yelled, scrambling away and unintentionally in the direction of the large wolf, his feet tangling beneath him so he soon fell flat on his chin, butt up. It was a rather comical scene, all-in-all.