King Elk Forest Every heart has its own skeletons

@Harrison

Her exploration of the forest was merely to pass the time. She padded softly on dainty feet across the forest floor, trying her hardest to avoid any spots where thin layers of snow had accumulated. The sound of running water caused her dark ears to twitch a bit, and she stopped, lifting her velvet muzzle up to sniff the air. Once she had locked in on what she thought to be the direction of the sound, she began to head that way.

Before too long, the trees parted to reveal a small, somewhat quickly moving creek. She moved until her graceful paws were flush with the water and stopped, lowering her head to drink. Once satisfied, she began to carefully dip her front feet beneath the surface of the frigid liquid to clean them off, occasionally swiping her face with moistened paws to make sure it was clean as well. It was most important that she always looked clean and well put-together; she never knew when she would be in the company of others, and how awful would it be to look like some dirty trollop instead of the lady she was.