Phoenix Maplewood I tripped off long ago

Pala had chosen to move south, hoping to find the warmer lands Dutch promised. The cold bit at her torn face, a discomfort nearly unavoidable unless she outright ran from it.

The valley ahead was welcoming. It was not familiar like her previous mountain homes, but quiet and open. She could do without more corners for danger to hide around.

She couldn't see or smell much signs of life, so maybe it was pure curiosity that had her sending a howl up into the wind. A plea that someone, anyone, was out there waiting.

She couldn't help chuffing at the irony.