The Floodlands Steady feet, don't fail me now

The plateau cut a sharp relief against the whitewashed winter sky. It felt like winter, anyway, with the frigid temperatures and the snow crunching under her small red paws. Wildfire hunched in the bluff's shadow, where the sheer wall protected her from the biting wind, and stared across the floodplains that stretched to the south. The waterways crisscrossed each other in frozen flumes. She kind of wanted to venture out that way, yet Wildfire knew she would be tempting fate. She had never been very steady on her feet.

Nonetheless, she crept forward, her mind blank as she focused on keeping her footing. @Raven and @Quixote were aware of the situation, as were her daughters (and she'd asked @Kiwi to pass the information along to @Sequoia in case she caught her first). If anyone came looking for them with ill intent, they would be met with tooth and fang. But hopefully, Wildfire thought, breath catching in her throat as she slipped and nearly went down, it won't ever come to that. She exhaled in a hiss, vapor streaming from the tip of her smudged muzzle, wiped her thoughts blank and continued her slippery and wind-chilled trek.