Blackfeather Woods spirit cold

For @Damien. :)

Life for Muriel had been relatively easy. She had grown up with two doting parents, a few siblings, and had basically never had to worry about a single thing in her life. That is, until her father was killed by the loud bird that opened up the sky. That event was now two months behind her, and Muriel was looking worse for the wear, though not completely wretched just yet. Her white fur was no longer as fluffy as it had once been, and her eyes had a certain dullness to them, but she had enough meat on her bones that she wasn't going to drop dead this week (at least not from starvation).

When she came to the sudden sharp smell of a clearly marked border, she balked. Muriel was anything but stupid, and she knew better than to cross that line without expecting some backlash, so she hung back, nervously flitting her eyes about and lashing her tail. Would anybody find her here? Did she want them to find her here? Those questions would likely be answered sooner rather than later.