Sunset Valley Wait for them to ask you who you know

It had not taken her much convincing to leave the forest behind and continue on her travels. The greens and oranges were carelessly left behind, for Muses had no interest in haunting such a place for very long. Instead, she followed her whim, making her way leisurely along the valley's perimeters . 

Underfoot, the vegetation was slowly dying, preparing for a cold winter as it began to lose vibrance. Her heart thrummed with excitement, for she did not think winter could come soon enough. Her coat had begun to blow out, growing and shedding more rapidly than she could keep up with, leaving white tufts against the base of trees that she rubbed up against, or caught in the brambles of the bushes she strayed too close to.

It did not seem to worry the young wolf, who naively pressed on, eventually rounding on a youth who had a mouthful of dead vegetation in his mouth. Muses halted, offering a questioning look. "Is it common to eat dead plants here?" She queried with deep concern, tilting her head slightly. If winters here were so cold that the wolves had to become scavenging omnivores, then even Muses would have cause for panic.