Moonspear I'm all out of thread-naming patterns

So, cold was a thing. A very real thing.

Subconsciously, Yama remembered the first time she was cold, filling her with an immediate hatred of the sudden drop in temperatures. Her puppy coat was slow to leave, causing her to be without the proper protection from the elements (although, even with a fully fledged adult coat, she still probably wouldn’t have thought it to be warm enough). She hadn’t been too bothered by the change in weather at first, back when she matched the leaves that littered the ground, but now those colours were gone and the trees nearly bare.

She didn’t know what type of change was going on, but she wasn’t so sure she liked it. So she took comfort in the lowest levels of the mountain, where she was sheltered from the winds and able to trot along with something close to comfort.