Bitterroot Valley drifting, drifting, drifting

The snow was blinding white, but as it temporarily blinded her all she saw was black. Mmph! she gasped as the coldness reached her ears and the weight of it lowered her head, but in seconds Lucani slipped out of her sudden trap and shook her head thoroughly. As she did so, she could've sworn she heard a deep chuckling...

And when she opened her eyes, blinking away excess snowflakes, she was met with a chap who quickly apologised for his laughter. Unfortunately, Lucani didn't really have a sense of humour, so what could've been a comical moment between strangers just turned out to be a bit awkward. But on the other paw, she wasn't a proud sort, so wasn't embarrassed by his laughter.

I don't mind, she forgave him quickly, and then squinted up at the tree branches from which the snowdrift had whomped. Four years of knowing snowy Winters, you'd think I'd have slightly better reflexes...