Swiftcurrent Creek winter's wife

For anyone!

During the night, it snowed. True to her sub-species, Bazi was up before the crack of dawn to enjoy it, rolling and romping by herself in the south-western corner of the Creek's territory, just outside the Njal and Tuwawi's old den. She had re-purposed it, digging a smaller atrium towards the back where she stockpiled furs - two of them, so far. Food was scarce, and so therefore were skins.

Apart from the shortage of dinners, winter was doing Bazi a world of good. Her coat was thick and white again, and her ailing leg did better for itself with each day that passed. In all likelihood, it would heal completely - or at least enough allow her to maintain her Outrider status on this side of the mountains.

Come dawn, Bazi was totally pooped. She flopped to the ground, eyes on the clouded dawn in the east. It wouldn't be a particularly crisp winter's day, but she didn't care.