Haunted Wood the greater cause

@Germanicus

an evening draped in lilac and amber arrived alongside the frost-tipped soldier.  the plummeting temperature and coming snow brought pain to her joints, and as she trudged through what had already fallen she knew that she would soon need to rest.  an open field transitioned first to scattered birch then to dense woodlands, offering some respite.

she slowed as she came to the side of a tall, gnarled oak tree.  at its base was an opening that, if cleared, would be large enough for her.  her large forepaws made simple work of it, dragging out leaves, dirt, and snow.  the smell of freshly turned earth filled her nostrils, the sound of her effort providing white noise to an otherwise quiet night.