Silver Creek Never felt so real

Woot, AW! August's first thread back in the Teekon :)

 Her light paws drifted gracefully across the snow-topped ground, lithe body moving swiftly toward the Creek. Her ears were perked atop her head, earlier anxiety having been replaced with a wave of comfort that she seemed to be alone. For now, the thought taunted her, but still no scents of wolves remained. If she strained enough, perhaps she might pick up the faded trace of the pack that had once claimed this land, but for now it went unnoticed. Closer she swept, tail brushing her legs as she padded forward, pace slowing slightly.

The creek was in front of her now, water showing signs that it would freeze over. In fact, parts of it already had, and the ice that lingered in places send flickers of worry in the Maiden's heart. Ice was not something she enjoyed - for it was dangerous. Not even the Banrion's words could change her opinion on the sharp, cold frozen water. Never would she trust it. Yet still she stood at the side of the creek, head beginning to lower to take gentle laps at the chilled liquid.