Whitebark Stream slowing down

Probably not the best FFR representative... but here goes!

She'd howled. Everyone else howled. They'd all howled. Awesome. Frostfire Ridge was officially a thing. And she was going to die there, old, alone, and the worse healer in the world because the conditions she was stuck with weren't good for shit. She huffed, pouted, and fled the territory if only because in this moment she hated herself and the closest the she had to running away from herself was turning tail and heading away from her new home. 

She fled down the mountain an happened up on a river. Not thinking, Citali plunged into it, found the waters to be cold as ice and shrieked as she turned heel and fled back out onto the riverback. "Holy shit that water is fucking cold." She bristled, shook herself out, and then retreated to the dead and drying kind-of grasses of this place, rolling to try to dry her fur faster so she wouldn't catch hypothermia or something awful.