Blacktail Deer Plateau Who would've thought that you'd be bad for my health?

@Osprey !

Saena was seated at the edge of the plateau with her slim snout pointed to the sky overhead. The clouds seemed somehow heavier than normal, with fluffy extensions reaching down toward the ground. It wasn't the same haze that rain usually gave the sky, but resembled reaching fingers that dissipated at the tips. Saena didn't have enough experience to know what they signaled, but if she'd been a bit older, she'd have recognized them as snow clouds.

Winter was an instinct for wolves. They instinctively fattened up, instinctively grew longer fur, and instinctively knew how to deal with the cold. She knew it was coming because she felt it in her heart of hearts, where only the wildest of instincts lived. Yet she was apprehensive of its coming. It was natural for all young wolves to feel nervous about the coming winter as the adults busied themselves with preparation; none of them knew what to expect.

She sniffed the air in a vain hope to put her interest in Naturalism to work, detecting a faint whiff of what could only be called "icy".