Two Rivers Isle <|°_°|>

She shivered as she stepped out from the protection of a forest she didn't know the name of — winter was on the heels of autumn, and though her coat had grown thicker, it still had a ways to go before it would protect her from the bite of snowy winds. Temperatures had dropped dramatically in the last few weeks, and overnight frost was becoming a regular occurance. Blizzards would come soon; she could smell it in the air.

Treepie found the thinnest part of the river to cross, leaping to minimize the wet that her paws would experience. The water hadn't frozen yet, but it was colder than usual. Upon reaching the other side of the western river and entering the exposed plain, she sat. Catlike, the dark yearling licked the water from her paws to dry and warm them.