Cedar Sweep Black swan

Tattered ears perked as the crunch of snow grew louder- nearer; she lowered her frame and quickly moved from where she was, pale feet leaving shallow imprints in the cold ground while she drifted ever-closer to the stranger; curiosity to spur her movements.

The wretch caught glimpse of dark fur moving through the barren woods, and cast caution to the wind, deciding to approach- more than just approach, she was upon him in a minute, blocking his path forward with an impish grin stretched across pale features.

Hey! she yipped sharply, demanding attention. Want some company? she mused and leered inwards, crooked tail swishing against the backs of her legs; playful invitation in those devouring red eyes of hers.

She could use some. Perhaps she could’ve made him carry something for her…