Blacktail Deer Plateau the dance floor is yours

AW but tagging @Blue Willow. :)

Although the forecast was grim — cold, rainy and gray — Junior veritably bounced around the plateau. It was so good to be home! She'd slept like a baby and eaten like a king since her return. She had loved the road but this was a welcome respite from her adventuring. She had good timing too; the chilly air hinted at winter, a season she had never experienced personally but which she understood nonetheless through countless centuries of ancestral memories and instincts.

The youth helped herself to a cold breakfast from a stockpile, then took an even colder bath in one of the small brooks that wound through the woods. In an effort to dry off and warm up, she then began to zip around the plateau like the The Road Runner fleeing from Wile E. Coyote.