King Elk Forest Wide Awake

Takes place a day after this, preferably for a Lone Wolf.

It was evening now as she travelled to the King Elk.  Snow still whisked through her pelt as she wandered through the wood.  Snow crunched crisply underneath her paws as she walked through the cold forest.  The blizzard had begun to die down now as nightfall came and while she was unsure if this would be the case, she hoped it would die down at least by sometime tomorrow.

A sharp prick to her paw caused her to yelp and jump back a space.  She lifted her paw to see a small trickle of blood oozing slowly from her pad.  Her eyes quickly scoured her paw, eventually landing on the source, a thorn.  Careful she then leaned her head down, fastened the thorn between her teeth and pulled.  It came out with a fresh flow of blood and Spring winced slightly at the sight.  Really it was nothing though, nothing but a prick.  She then proceeded to lick her pad, which helped a ton.

Her eyes then lifted falling on the forest surrounding her.