Sleepy Fox Hollow Hills and valleys.

He, Anselm, had begun to seem tense, she could feel this. But when he spat a sarcastic remark at her, it proved her senses right. “Well I beg your pardon.” She gathered the courage to reply firmly, “Fine! I will.” 

He went directly past raindrop and into the woods. Striding off like a child who had been scolded and went to pout.

She left the rendezvous and put her nose to the ground and followed the scent. She mumbled to herself, “What a sour puss.” The ground was cold, and snow had begun to fall, powdering the once green grass. By the time she made it to the cache, her nose had become numb, and her paw pads too. But, there was some food. She grabbed a small bit of prey and found a spot to lay down and eat her food.