Bramblepoint The hunger revealing

She followed after him on quick feet that matched his own, even when her stride was all that much shorter; winter frost kissed the cuts on her pawpads, no longer a sting and now just a numb, cold tingle. The prospect of proper warmth all too enticing to keep her from puttin' em' to work again.

When they did arrive, she took a quick surveil of the area, head crooked to the side like it was reflex while she investigated. Stopping at the cusp of a small shelter, her tail would give a satisfactory flick. Here for the night, then we'll go again in the mornin'.

She drew herself into a curled position, making sure room was left over.