Dawnlark Plains running wild and running free

For @Ukko

Winter had come to grip the lands once more – though, this would be the first winter the slender fae was not in the safety of her birth pack. Worry fluttered within her heart at the thought, but Capri pushed it aside. She had known this was the risk she took when making her leave in November, and even after a month of solitude and travel, the Roux-Abrhen had yet to determine what it was she wanted to do. Find a pack? Attempt to start one of her own? If she was being honest with herself, the latter option seemed the least terrifying.
 
But it was not a decision she had to come upon now, and with her nose to the ground, the silver ebony wolf strode forward, trailing the faded scent of a herd of roe deer. It mattered little – a singular wolf was not likely to take such prey down unless one was extremely injured.. and if they were on the move, that was unlikely.
 
Chuffing softly, her breath seemed to freeze with the cold – a cloud of smoke seeming to unfurl from her jaws. Her icy eyes scanned the plains before her – they seemed barren.. almost destitute.