Fox's Glade I steal a few breaths

Milan had always found the world blanketed in so rather intriguing. It was a strange sight each time she saw it, yet comforting as well. It was far easier to see other's approaching in this weather; she thought so at least.

With this newfound security she had wandered from the valley, paws light on the ground as she explored the glade. Trees had shed their leaves long ago, and now the scent of snowfall surrounded her in their place. She breathed in the could air, pausing to admire her surroundings. It was a shame to be viewing such a sight on her own.

She wondered what Frederick may be doing, how he may be feeling after their last meeting, but she did not feel guilty. She had put her foot down, and she was proud of herself. He was a good man, he would not hold a grudge should he have been upset.

Sighing, she shook him from her mind.