Meadowlark Prairie Wanderlust

@Finley :D

The day passed uneventfully, with very little variation to the stark white landscape. The snow continued to fall lightly, piling higher and higher as the hours passed. Valkyrie was becoming weary of how everything looked the same; the sky and the earth where dreary in appearance, the landscape flat and treeless. In the distance, she could see the faintest traces of variation, perhaps a distance forest or rolling mountains. There was no point in running or picking up her pace, for in the thick snow she would surely wear out quickly. It would not be the worst thing to have to hunker down in the middle of the meadow for the night, but Valkyrie was not used to sleeping out in the open. The very thought worried her, and so she pressed on doggedly, led by her warm, silver breath that rose before her snout. It would be a long day indeed! Not only did she have to pass through the field of snow, but she would have to go beyond, and hope to find somewhere adequate to spend yet another lonely night.