Firefly Glen Shadows on the sun

The namesake bugs were long since gone, for it was a cold winter morning.  There was little snow on the ground under her paws, but that was due to the canopy above carrying the majority of it.  Sure, there were some piles of snow where branches had given way, but the otherwise rather desolate forest floor made for easy wandering about.  And wander Zenith did.

Perhaps had it been spring and the world been in full growth she would have been more impressed, but as the sun rose and the light levels really didn't, Zenith wasn't particularly impressed.  It just looked dull and empty.  Sure, there had been some wolves through as well, some deer, but it just didn't seem exciting.  She kind of wanted to prove otherwise, sniffing along the bases of trees for signs of rodent dens hidden among the roots.  There were some signs, but she hadn't stumbled across anything recent yet.  She snorted, moving along to the next promising snowdrift.