Firefly Glen she's sweet like candy in my veins

@Terance

The snow had been falling for hours, now, but at least the wind had died down. The sheepdog had forced herself to adopt a brisk trot as she combed the meadow for anything edible, the constant movement forcing warmth into her limbs and being somewhat successful in driving away the cold. Her large ears, however, had proved unsuccessful at retaining keep, and one was speckled with frostbite, a dull pain that pestered her no matter what she did. 

The day had not been all for nought, however, for she had found a rat scurrying through the dead grasses and disposed of it quickly. She paused now to eat quickly, scarfing it down as cleanly and rapidly as possible, knowing that to remain still for too long was to allow the cold to take up residence in her bones yet again.