Whitefish River But I would not want you any other way

This is a-ok, and thanks for starting! ^-^

The young snowbird rested nearby the winding stream, previously tiring herself out from hunting a hare. Safe to say the lagamorph won the chase -- and the yearling was left with worn stamina and a rumbling belly. Her chest heaved painfully, and it made her wince in her sleep -- Yuki overexerted herself once more. Hopefully it didn't worsen her injuries.

Yet it was the sound of a thump in the nearby grasses that caught her attention. The ears on Yuki's head erected towards the noise, momentarily frightened. Was it Ash? No, it didn't smell like him...and when she'd approch the riverside to investigate, a sleek figure of silvers and whites came into view. 

Yet they were unmoving.

H-Hello? Yuki called out, in some hope that they'd respond -- but when they didn't, she'd slither over carefully and nose at the woman's shoulder. Was she dead!?