Overture Downs Oh, misty eye of the mountain below

She ran until the dull ache in her legs made her stop, long after she escaped that wretched place with all those trees. The girl felt better out here in the open, but not by much. The strange pale dusting that had marked the trees was here, too. And there was a lot more of it. It was bright and it stung her paws, and it made everything terribly cold. Even the plants looked dead under the layers of white.
But she grew curious, after awhile. When she pressed her paws to one spot for too long, it turned sort of watery. It was melting!
So that was how she discovered that it was a sort of water. A strange, cold sort of water, but that made her feel a little better about it anyway. Eventually she felt brave enough to eat some, and it was almost like drinking water, but more painful. She decided she preferred river water, but this would work in an emergency.
The girl settled down and prepared to while away the hours playing with the strange white water. Anything to avoid thinking about what had happened with those other wolves and their trees.