Wild Berry Meadow foreign creature; gift is a burden

The sky was lit in pastel hues, soft against the blankness of the snow. She girl slipped from beneath the tree she found the abandoned set beneath; it had made a good sleeping place the last few nights, the surrounding meadow made for good hunting. Blinking against the softness of the sky; carved out body full from last night's success, the girl stretched carefully as she made her way towards the sun-lit meadow, colours in the sky fading as day took it's hold. 

Choosing an exposed boulder as her perch, she bound nimbly atop it, setting to cleaning her fur methodically, swiping her paws over her muzzle as she began to hum. The note followed no strict melody, slipping from one snippet of a song to another, tempo changing all the while. Finishing with her face, the canine moved to her chest, carefully preening the fur there, not missing a beat.
@Engel