Porcupine Ridge Dreaming of Spring

The white female, padded through Porcupine Ridge, feeling the crisp cold winter ground beneath her paws.  Illea found herself wondering what it would be like in Spring.  When everything bloomed with life and colors again.

Illea paused for a moment.  Spring.  The word always reminded her of her sister.  The female found herself wondering how Spring was doing know, and what had ever happened to her sister.  Maybe she would find out one day, maybe not.  Illea kept padding through the Ridge, but paused for a moment scenting the winter air.