Hushed Willows Once more, I climbed up to the bones of Moscow.

She was instantly enraptured by the elegance in her surroundings. She had wandered her way here, both naively unaware and somewhat uncaring whether she was on pack lands or not. 
she herself was a beautiful creature, her rust fur standing starkly against the blue, white, and silver of the landscape around herself. So lost in her wonder, was she, that she forgot to be mindful of her paw placement. She stumbled on a tree root, sailed over the top of a rather sizeable snowbank, and landed ungracefully in a heap a few feet away from a strange wolf. Embarrassed, she quickly attempted to right herself, oblivious to the mount of snow matted into the fur on her head. "Uhh. Hi?"