Dawnlark Plains Caught up in a dream

She moved through the deep winter as a snowbird. Frosted furtips and ears that were smoothed down to her head. The pink skin of both ears were cold and stiff, but from the girls mouth was smoky breath that warmed her throat. 

The elk moved as a herd of one, a mother-nest with strays hanging just outside their hive. Beasts with furry necks and calls that cut through ones body. Her legs disappeared into the blanket of white-fall covering the dead grasses.

A soft silhouette in the dusting of snow fogging the air, Nututikruk was bigger now.  Stronger. More than ever, resilient, and though her pads felt frozen and there was a fierceness in her green eyes to make slow travel in the cold, there was something giddy in her heart to be in wonderland.