Wapun Meadow that hurt like a buttcheek on a stick

the temperature in teekon wilds had been slowly but steadily rising.  flurries shifted subtly into rain.  the sheet of snow that had blanketed the ground just hours before had melted into pockets left only where the wind had blown it into once-large drifts, and even those were visibly decaying, covering the ground in a misty veil of light fog.

days like these ones were reigi's favourite — the first day of maybe-winter-maybe-spring where the sun permeates the cloud coverate and nestles quietly against the earth, stirring up life in its wake.  winters were difficult for the dark girl; she was thin-coated, cursed by some distant ancestry, ever-shivering during the cold months.  when the warmth finally started to stick, her mood repaired considerably.

she followed her paws in the early morning as they lead her past the mouth of the valley and her favourite resting spot at its entrance and towards the centre of the meadow where she knew of a creek.  perhaps now it would be thawed, or at least thinned, and she could finally get a drink and maybe even catch some fish for her and her friends.

as she approaches she slows to a halt, for on the other side is a lone male.  she is wary of them since her shift of feelings towards the encounter with the dark man, and her heterochromatic gaze lay in anticipation as she emits a chuff in greeting.