Barrow Fields cold day in hell

Forgive any weird characterization in this thread, I’m working on figuring out how I want to write Win!

The sun was high in the sky, the snow was blisteringly white deeper inland, and the sand was bitterly cold on the beach. Winter was a bitch and a half to live through in these conditions, so Win thought as she tried to choose a spot to lay out of the wind but facing the sun but not in any shade.

Eventually, she settled atop one of the strange land lumps, slinging her breakfast up to join her. A rabbit who made a fatal error in escaping her teeth. She began to systematically rip into it, letting herself laze across the lump she rested against. Her hard emerald stare didn’t leave the rabbit she was demolishing piece by piece, but her ears roamed.

She would pull her head back after several minutes of eating to lick her chops, smearing blood even further up her face. A part of her wanted to go dunk her face in the ocean to get it off before it dried. Another laughed at that idea and told her to keep her face bloody.

Instead of doing either of those, she ducked her head low.