Lost Creek Hollow my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel

Maybe @Ilya? :) Maybe work toward a trade?

There’s a fresh blanket of snow on the ground when Root wakes this particular morning, as well as a fresh blanket along her coat.  She stands, bowing the front end of her body to stretch out her taut muscles from her slumber, then shakes off the snow that remains.  Flakes fly off in different directions and there’s a mess from where she’d been standing, a mix of white, brown, and dying green beneath her paws.  She hadn’t found a den yet and the ground has been much too hard and frozen to dig her own but she had no intentions of carrying children any time soon so the need for one doesn’t yet sound appealing.  Except it would provide her extra warmth and her relationships with her pack mates didn’t yet exist so she couldn’t bunk with anyone for a while until the ground thaws.

Root puts her legs into motion, warming up her muscles by movement, until she reaches the stream she first met Mordecai a few days prior.  It’s quiet and frozen over again but it doesn’t stop her, stepping down on the ice to try and break it.  This time it takes a little more effort but she pushes with effort and it breaks beneath her weight so she can drink freely.  It’s cold against her throat but refreshing all the same, giving her a nice wake up for her to begin her day.