Swiftcurrent Creek grey eyes gleaming

it was a cold morning.

the days had bled into months now that she'd been alone, another relationship unable to battle the bitter chill of winter.  the man who had always found solace and warmth in her fiery eyes had left one january evening without a trace, and she knew the moment she woke without him at her side that it was over.  she also knew that it was undoubtedly her fault.

a frigid breeze cuts past, through her thin pelt and she snaps back to reality, shivering, a plume of frosty air escaping from between her clattering teeth.

the girl's curled form is hidden beneath the tall grasses, blending with the snow, betrayed only by the halo of pink morning light that casts off of her guard hairs and the metronomic sound of her breath.

where do we go from here?