Dawnlark Plains sorrowful successor

Tagging for reference.

Originally, the farm was just a speck in her rearview mirror, an abandoned home that she had no intention of returning to. Then, gradually, it grew even smaller before disappearing from the horizon altogether, the only thing left to remember it by being the scents that still clung to her mass of fur—and even that faded out of existence within the first few days of walking. She stuck close to those she knew, trusting and following @Oqdis and @Longshanks without hesitation. And, up until just a few days ago, she’d never gone so far that she could see neither of them—but Teacup had fallen behind, the extra inch or two added to her stubby legs by her partial wolf heritage having done little to make maneuvering through the snow any easier. Luckily for her, the cold did not offer any problems, however, just the mounds of snow themselves; it took her awhile to push through it all, paving a path for herself through the blankets of white, for she was not equipped to travel over it.

Feline-like ears swiveled back as she struggled forward, a voice catching her attention—but it was not one she recognised, belonging to someone that she did not know. Stopping, she turned her head to watch him strut through the snow with what she could only assume to be ease—earning him an audible snort. The bear of a dog stared at him thereafter, eager to see if he’d continue the show (and needing a moment to replenish her energy).