Blacktail Deer Plateau Raven Moon

Winter was upon them, only barely. It would be here, sweeping in on frozen wings to steal their breath and their warmth, and leave ice in it's wake. Ash Paw woke as the dawn broke along the frosted morning. The light dancing along the tiny ice droplets that layered the cool grass beneath her feet. She stood, breath smoking in the air. Her toes so cold, they burned. 

Blue eyes alight upon the sky and the sun. As it bathed her in a new light, to bring a new morning, a new dawn and everything in between. She would collect the bodies of small prey animals today. For both ritual and caches. There was a thrumming in her bones. Now was the time to strike, to act, to build. Come spring with new lives and new moments, there would be need to pass from a healthy winter.

Onward she went towards the sun, it blazed her coat of many colors and lit along the dips and shadows of her ears. Nose to the ground. She went in search of the many small creatures that made their homes in the tall grasses of the nearby plateau.