Lost Creek Hollow My Winter Flower

Misty had been padding through the snow, practicing her tracking. Snow would make it harder to hunt, especially since she had sensed a rough winter. She didn't know how long the snow would stick around, but she wanted to be prepared. Just in case. As she tracked an old trail of a rabbit, her sensitive ears perked, hearing snow crunch not far from where she stood. She started to lower her body, getting defensive, but stopped herself as the scent reached her nose. It's just a packmate. She thought to herself. She followed the scent and laid on her stomach in the snow, a good couple of meters from her packmate. She watched him play around in the snow, chuckling a little to herself. She didn't really know him that well, he was newer than she was, and they hadn't even been formally acquainted yet, so she didn't know his name and she was sure he didn't know hers. She stood up and walked towards him, stiopping about a meter away. "Having fun?" She asked, a little mockery and teasing showing in her voice.