Moonspear no less than skies

The snow had stopped falling hours ago and skies had cleared away to a dark, early winter's night. She was heading up from the cover of the forest for the first time with the new snow, and was thankful it was not too much on top of what they already had laying around. Instead, though, it was bitterly cold now. When she half-paused to consider it, the winds were low.. but, each little shift of the breeze packed a bite anyway.

It only took her a few seconds to adjust and she was still technically waking up from her late afternoon nap that had been a little longer than she'd meant. Still, her muscles were warming and she was feeling livelier by the second. Her condensing breath whorled in heavy clouds, and she fluffed up her coat to move on before the thoughtful silence could consume her. She took to motion and carved a fresh trail of pawprints upward this time (a bit unusual, lately), towards a small, open meadow she knew about not far from here.

Eventually along the way she began to run into the tracks of others from earlier in the day, she guessed. It was keeping relatively busy here, and nearby of course. She still made for the field herself, knowing she could keep herself engrossed, fed, and still feel relatively secluded there tucked into the mountainside.

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