Emberwood Lurking in the Night

The wind blows through the snow covered aspen trees, the young cream colored she-woll sniffs the air as she attempts to pick up the scent of an injured doe that she had been hunting. Her belly rumbled with hunger and her body shaked with the cold. As she walks, Whisper sees small droplets on the once pure white snow, luck was on her side. The wind had picked up in a matter of seconds, which made finding the doe so much easier.