Lost Creek Hollow Among the flowers, we just let the days pass by

neon is springy on her feet, bounding from snow pile to snow pile in a graceful yet playful manner. today is another day, full of freedom and joy, and thus it is a day worth cherishing and being thankful for. it appears that she has entered a new landscape, as this one smells more pungent of life than the other places she has found herself lurking through.

of course, the bodega wolf is nothing but excited. and so, her springy gait continues to push her forward. it had been quite some time since she had run into another soul, but thankfully this could change in a matter of a few days to even hours. the girl sometimes would wonder if she scared people off with her larger size, though she tries to forget the notion and instead put the best foot forward each day.

thankfully, the universe has cast good fortune upon her! up ahead, someone who is clearly not as camouflaged in the snow like the noble gas is herself. instead, she resembles a creature found scuttering on the forest floors. her tail wags behind her as rose quartz eyes lock onto the figure.

"you sure have a pretty coat!" she calls out to the other, hoping to encourage a bit of interaction.