Hushed Willows what happened to the charm of a small town?

for @Mae whenever you have the time!!

People. There are people here; people nearby. People Dinah did not find herself fond of.
But her body was weary, and her mind even more so. Weak, bony legs; a heart still beating with the mindnumbing trill of agony. Numbness. Push on. Eat. Avoid eye contact. Breathe.
The flowers were gone, and in their place came a blanket of ice-capped snow. She had never seen snow before; never so much as felt a harsh chill before this night. It was odd, the chapped blistering of her nose, the redness to her eyes; the way her feet tingle as the ice snaps with soft crunches.
Mama stayed near with the others while Dinah tore herself away with her nose to the ground. A girl now old enough to hunt, but not old enough to catch much more than a vole on her own. She kept her distance from the border, from those people. She did not know them, and they did not need to know her.