Overture Downs field of dandelions

She followed the tributary north, the pelt across her shoulders giving her some paltry warmth. The plume of her tail behind her at least shielded her back end, she did not wish to know what those without a tail felt. 

It was dawn now, the spindly fingers of light on the distant horizon kissing her form and turning it copper. The pastel colors reflected in the drifts of snow, in the ice that clustered the banks of the tributary she followed.

Faun ducked her nose down to observe the water, knowing in her heart that it would probably freeze by the time daylight arrived. It had only been broken by the recent passage of animals, seeking water. The girl raised her delicate head, weaving through a cluster of cattails. She would just move until she felt she could stop, a walk did the body good. Even if it was so early, when most normal wolves would be curled up warm in their beds.