Lost Creek Hollow See if you don't end up un-broke

She carefully plucked the mint, going for the plants that were neither dying from the frost or young and seemingly just sprouting. She would be back for those later on.

Crowfeather, from somewhere behind her, offered to help her find a den, and she let out a pleased noise in response, lifting her head full of mint and nodding. She gently sat the stems down at her feet and gave a breathless agreement of a noise. The smell of the plant she had just plucked lingered in her nose and she gave a brief, short sneeze.

Especially with winter so soon. Perhaps a log would do, somewhere out there. She suggested, tipping her head towards the thicker parts of the forest.

I always get cold in winter, my fur stays fairly short for some reason. She shivered.

Last winter was something else. I think I almost froze some of my pawpads off!