Rising Sun Valley One Little Slip

It wasn't as if Pan hated snow, in fact she quite enjoyed the way it looked, but damn it was inconvenient as hell. The way the snowflakes stuck to everything, how soggy it made her paws and belly - she disliked it all. And so it was with great care that Pan ventured outside the borders today, sticking to paths that had been well worn by prey or wolves or both, eager to explore the valley beyond Swiftcurrent Creek.

It was almost by accident that the girl stumbled across the rather unfortunate rear end of a wolf. She had assumed the muffled thump had been a fox, perhaps, and had ignored it for the time being until said thing had come into view and she had realised that the "fox" was definitely too large and too grey. Curiously, Pan trotted closer until she was practically sniffing its paws. Her nose reached out and she poked one, briefly, before skittering back a safe distance to wait and see what would happen.