Wapun Meadow prelude in c major

the sun had dipped beneath the horizon moments ago, and yet still the world was bright. the moon neared fullness, and the heavens were white with storm clouds, lit by the moon and setting the landscape bright. Snow tumbled down softly, not enough to influence visibility, the thick white flakes settling in the girl's chocolate pelt as she headed back in the general direction of Easthollow, chill already settled into her bones. 

There was beauty in solitude; she'd come to see it after weeks traveling alone, for the most part. There was the smell of decay here, too, and she investigated only to find the haunch of something that looked suspiciously wolf-like, though in it's state of decay she couldn't quite tell. muzzle wrinkling at the sight, she turned on her heel, weaving through the meadow aimlessly.