Sun Mote Copse Waking young and feeling old

It was bloody freezing. Unless Wraen was moving around, her paw became cold and numb. She was not even sure at times that she could feel her ears or that they were still there. Brrr... where was spring, when you really needed it?! She stopped in her tracks and looked up at the cloud-covered sky. Come on... the days were longer already, was it too much to ask to actually see the sun? To get some warmth? She snorted and shook her head. Sheesh...

And she would have continued to pity herself in this manner, unless a distraction happened along the way. Her gaze ran across the nearby scenery and spotted a golden-pelted head, which she was sure she did not recognize. Though her mind was predominated with overcoming the most primal need of every living creature (not be cold), she decided that she could do so much as to get to know that person. Or - here she almost chuckled - see, if it was a head only only or it had some body attached it too.

"You look comfy," she remarked, when she had come close enough to see that the head, in fact, belonged to a pretty she-wolf, who was half-hidden inside a den.