Lost Creek Hollow To protect you

Darkness had fallen a while ago, but she swore that it still felt warmer than it had early in the day.  It didn't make too much sense, but it wasn't like she focused her attention on why the weather was the way it was.  It was just a thing.  It existed and was sometimes a hindrance.

Right now, she'd deemed her patrols over for now and she wound her way back towards her den to call it a night.  She'd ended up at probably the farthest point on the territory from it, despite it's relatively central location, so she had a bit of a walk before she could curl up somewhere a tiny bit warmer.  She was moving at a fairly lazy pace, but her route was close to a straight line -- it did mean she had to cross a couple of branches of the creek that might not be the most fun, but she had a couple of places planned where it could be jumped over or was probably frozen solid by this point.  At least that was the good point about a creek versus a proper river -- it wasn't nearly as impossible to traverse, no matter what the weather.  The only real question was if she should wander by a cache on the way.  It really depended on whether or not there might be something already waiting at her den or not, but she had plenty of time to figure out whether or not she should assume so.