Permafrost Hollows You Taunt Me

Absolutely! It’s been changed to 1/30 :)

One silvered eye peeked through a sleepy lid, having heard a heavy crunching below her in her light sleep. With a quick yawn and stretch, Amyrlin lifted from her bough bed, a gently shake to dislodge any needles adorning her fur, and she peered down to the world below. A mound of snow had been ransacked and she was surprised to see a young wolf peering back up at her. 

The lynx’s dropped her head onto the edge of the bough, gazing lazily back, a sly grin to her. “Well, look… at… you, wolf. Mighty hunter of the Permafrost. You caught a weasel. Proud of you.” She gave a nonchalant yawn, getting to her feet and dropping down a few branches to get a closer look at the she-wolf. Fur of snow save for the wings of a raven that adorned her back and blue eyes reminiscent of the crystalline glaciers in the area. Pretty, young. Not a threat.

The feline remained perched on the branch she had landed, eyes never leaving the young canid, and her grin still plastered to her face. Just watching…and waiting.