Moonspear I'm lightening on my feet

Midday was her favorite part of the day because it was usually the warmest. The nights were the worst; they were frigid and trapped her within her den. She was certainly not looking forward to what the rest of the winter had in store for her, but she figured she would to get used to the cold at some point--right?

Today was still fairly cold but much more bearable under the sun that occasionally peeked through the clouds, and the empath padded through the snow, moving along the borders and leaving little Speedy paw prints trailing behind her. She didn't patrol too much, usually preferring to busy herself with herb gathering or socializing, but she had started to form a bond with with her new pack and their territory and felt like she wanted to do more. She wouldn't exactly be much help in a fight, but she would certainly try, and leaving her scent along the borders was just as helpful in deterring strangers. So, she patrolled, searching for as many sunny spots as she could while leaving her scent on any trees or rocks that needed it.