Ocean's Breath Plateau feathers drenched in sunflower yellow

With the evening came the gentle nips of winter's brisk breaths, yet the cold did not phase Djehanne. There were things she had to see that lie beyond the plains; a world that she had yet to explore still remained. Yet as she came upon the steep plateau, a lithe figure came into sight, standing and staring in awe at the dying foliage. Djehanne approached, yet kept a respectful distance between them, for she did not know the male's story, nor did he know hers. 
She watched from a distance as he became choked in nausea and grimaced as she examined his abused coat. The poor male was obviously starved and deprived of any nourishment at all -- even his coat of rouge couldn't hide the slim body beneath. A gentle whine left her lips, yet that was all. Concern had become of her.