Cricket Creek Bog soar higher than the stars

Open to anyone. Date set for today - December 12th - with mention of her travel through the adjacent territory. She's heading for the Malkaria next. Tagging @Voodoo just in case they wanna pop in!

The she-wolf spent the good part of a day (and most of the night) finding her way through a forest of cedars. The many paths opened to her presented temptation; it was a healthy territory replete with small game, where any lone wolf could subsist for a good period of time. Whether it would be good enough for her or not, Miyax couldn't have known. She was sidetracked in her journey by hints that there were voles, sleepy chipmunks, rabbits trying to survive in their burrows through winter, presumably deer, and even a river that Miyax suspected carried fat fish within it. She stopped there for a time to gather her thoughts (and have a swift drink), but was on her way again when night began to fall.

As the cedars thinned and the ground became a mess of slush and freezing waters, Miyax had to slow her pace. It was late in the night when she chose to make camp — seeking out some firm ground upon which she made her bed, pacing in a circle until her hindquarters did not want to stand, then spinning one more awkward circle, until she was a tight bundle. In the morning, there was snow. The namesake crickets of the bog did not sing (probably all dead from the cold), but when Miyax woke and stretched her travel-worn body, she was pleased by the sight of her own reflection in a pool of frosted water.