Otter Creek cloudwalker

it was awfully quiet out here.

no talking, no footsteps, not even music. she had been so used to steady stream of noisy sounds that the wilderness had taken its toll on her, but she was determined.

dirty snow slush stained the lighter parts of her paws and underbelly. something she should work to clean off when she found a place to rest.

for now, she followed the creek.

softly hummed a mindless tune to herself.