Hushed Willows elusinian

she'd done it. She'd found a home, a good one at that, and had spent the days and nights that had past in a blur exploring, and crisscrossing the territory with vigor. Yet when she woke that morning, and discovered everything to be covered in a fresh layer of snow, the sky a bloodless hue, she had slipped early from the Crook and set of the explore the perfect blank canvas before it once again became covered with earth and footprints.

yet she did not expect, when trotting through the snowy white, to suddenly have the earth beneath her feet crumble. Her breath hitched as she plummeted through a particularly high snowdrift, yhe winds having tossed it against a short drop, making it seem for all the world as merely a gentle incline. 

Her ear recovery was less then graceful, bursting from the drift with a huff, thoroughly dusted with snow and a great deal colder then she was willing to be, though a stiff shake of her pelt rid her of much of the powdery white, her cheeks heated in the slightest at her clumsiness.