Wapun Meadow be gentle as you tear me apart

@Blackfell !!!

with delicate movements, winselt found herself drifting across a snow-kissed meadow. where wildflowers must've bloomed beautifully in the spring, now stifled by the powdered snow. it would be so beautiful, she found herself wistfully dreaming. her heart ached and yearned to frolic in the flowers, and yet, she'd have to wait. 

ever the patient, she would, but with sorrow. silky, willowy fur cloaked her petite frame as she meandered, eyes dim where they used to shine with life, with hope. although she'd met the mountain man, @Cole, a few days prior, and he'd offered her a wondrous company; he had to return home, to his pack. leaving her alone and frightened once more. 

she often found herself gazing out at the horizon, expecting to see his looming figure standing tall and resolute. only, this time when she gazed upon it, there was a different figure. unfamiliar, intimidating. her tail tucked between fragile legs, small ears planing sideward in uncertainty. this man did not smell like cole, the southern gentleman she'd been hoping to meet again. 

he smelled crisper, darker. she wasn't sure if she liked it. "hello?" her gentle, unsure voice carried across the wind like a whisper.