Dragoncrest Cliffs smile because you're the deer in the headlights.

She had awoken early that morning, fur a tangled mess while she slipped from the warmth of her den. Frost had found itself cloaked over the ground, a crunch following each step the yearling took. The idea of sleeping in Hougeda was starting to sound more appealing to the kru, especially when she woke to find a cold chill crawling up her back. Her teeth chattered together as an involuntary shudder swept along her frame, fur puffing slightly after the shivering was over with. She let out a huff, a cloud of fog forming before her while she stretched out her stiff joints. Rose figured a light jog would warm her up a bit, so after loosening up her muscles and fully waking herself, the girl began her run through the red groves. 

She had done various things during her jog, such as hunting small game or marking shrubbery she knew would grow throughout winter. A patch of winterberries she had found would make for a popular stop among birds while an old abandoned fox den she had come across could make for a decent herb cache. Overall it had been a rather fortunate trip, and having tired herself out quite a bit, Rose decided it best to make a pit stop in a small field within the forest. She plopped herself on the ground and took a moment to catch her breath while glancing up at the sun. Her eyes squeezed shut while she soaked up the sunlight, the warm rays of light rejuvenating her while she relaxed, completely oblivious to anything or anyone around her.