Shy Deer Steppes a wish for summer

diesel was open to the concept of anything being up there in the clouds and dictating things such as fate and weather, but thought of it as something mortal enough that when the first days of lessened cold (warmth was still a ways away) came, she barked to the heavens a wish for good hunting and great sex upon anyone responsible for such tolerable conditions. 

the dogue pranced trough a great, dry flatland, and while she tried to squeeze some modicum of enjoyment out what would likely be the last days of her absence from her post at mereo, the looming presence of the sunspire mountains in the distance filled her with unease.

head low to the ground, chain necklace tinkling softly, broad snout sniffing for anything  that could feed its mouth for another couple days of travel, the deserter in her great focus failed to spot the coyote figure very near to her person.