Mudminnow River if i didn't know better

winter's breath stung against her cheeks as her fur became wind-kissed and tangled, snowdrift blurring the edge of her vision in a hazy fog until the gust settled and a song drifted over the shimmering white.

her ears swiveled to meet the sound, though her paws remained grounded, buried beneath a thin layer of flurries.

the silhouette of a man stood not far off, though if there were any discerning features about him she couldn't make them out in the silvered haze. his tone sounded friendly, though the lingering aroma of an additional spectator stirred about a distrust in her gut.

she did not flee. not yet.

she veered her attention just far enough to catch a glimpse of the other distant onlooker. this one larger in size — a brute.

she readied herself to bolt if necessary, though found herself foolishly curious of what might come if she stayed.