Meadowlark Prairie outta the woodwork

Watching the wolf gulp down the rabbit, she got an odd look on her face. A bitterabitt, nostalgic look that stayed in her eyes as he tore through the rabbit. He reminded her of someone. Not his color, but his quietness, his...person personality. Her face cleared as he scooted the foot towards her and spoke. He turned away, and she watched him with a sad little smile. As he disappeared, she looked down at her own food and was suddenly not hungry. Nostalgia did that to the woman. Nudging it aside, she picked up the rabbit's foot carefully and began walking, leaving the rrabbit lay. 
The wind began to pick up as she pushed further into the brush. Finding shelter wouldn't be the easiest. As the wind howled, she hoped the lone wolf would find shelter. She couldn't quite figure out why he had struck her thoughts as he did. Finding a partially blocked off hiding spot, she wiggled in and curled up. She watched as the wind whipped the snow around. It was a beautiful, yet terrifying dance. Getting caught in that would have been fatal. 
Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes widened. Her brother. The wolf reminded her of her brother. Swallowing hard, she fought back tears as she remembered the last time she saw him. The tears started to fall as the memories came back to her....his quiet nature as he tried to explain things to her, while her curiousity never kept her in one place at a time. The frustration on his face when she purposefully tried to unravel his thought process. The time she tried to outrun him and slipped on the edge, but he was there to rescue her. Her tears fell as she dropped the rabbit's foot and curled up with it. 
The last memory was burnt into her mind, although she wished it wasn't. His back as he walked away. Her low howl of sadness was mixed with the wind, as if the wind itself knew her grief. She nuzzled the rabbit's foot, an odd feeling of longing filling her. For what, she didn't know. But the emptiness stayed with her as the sky darkened. There she stayed, her tail wrapped around her back paws, with her head resting on the foot, the tears freezing on her fur.