Honeyed Pasture Coming Home

@Florence yoyoyo here we go, all are welcome though!

The sand stuck annoyingly the her paws, squished between her toes. She decided to venture further inland. Maybe find somewhere to warm up and get out of the wet. Maybe a cave or something. Alas she was not in luck, as she came upon on open field. With a small growl she headed for the edge of the field, away from the frigid wind that whipped through the center of the pasture. Looking for a small tree where she could at least block some of this annoying weather. She wasn't used to the snow and the cold, her origins never recieved this kind of weather. Rather it was usually warm and sunny, aside from the torrential downpours that struck often enough. Her light fur help her to blend in at the base of the tree, the black streak along her back tappered down into the white of her paws. A helpful coat for the snow that surrounded her.