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Maybe it’s foolish to leave her pack so close to winter, maybe it isn’t. What is foolish, Sunflower has decided, is that she definitely should not have headed north. As exciting as it is to have a new adventure laid out before her, she isn’t sure she made the right decision to go this way. She hadn’t known what was going to be ahead of her and she is often tired, a little thinner than usual—even if it’s only been a few weeks since her departure—and it would be easy to turn around and simply go home. But she doesn’t. She made the decision. She’s gonna stick to it.
 
Sunflower meanders her way through the creek, poking her nose here and there as she searches for the trail of something to eat. The forest she moves through offers no consistency in trees and by the time she stumbles across the creek that is frozen in some places, she feels the fatigue of winter settling in. And it’s only just beginning. She tightens her jaw a little, straightens out her shoulders, and moves to the bankside to drop her nose for a drink of water. The chill runs all the way down into her stomach and she trembles briefly, then shakes out her fur, and continues making her way on her Big Adventure.

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