Cedar Sweep itqa

After thoroughly rinsing herself in the stream, Masque hopped out on the far side and took care to lick the excess moisture from her legs. Her teeth still chattered, so she quickly broke into a lope to get her blood flowing again. She maintained this pace as she closed in on a sweep of trees ahead, slowing only when the unmistakable scents of border markings let her know she was in the right place.

“I’m here!” she announced, stamping her feet on the snowy ground as her marigold gaze plundered the tree line from a respectful distance.