Silver Creek google your own death

Bat badgered @Tegan to come with her this time but he pretended to have four broken legs today and the youth quit his audience with an affectionate snort and trotted solo toward the plateau's fringes. She would go south today, following the river coursing in that direction.

The snow still fascinated her, though she was less enthused about the frosty temperature and the windchill. A toothy wind whipped along the riverbank, prompting Bat to burst into a gallop to keep herself warm. She sought cover, entering a wood with threadbare foliage.

She stopped and drew up when she caught the scent of several wolves. Was there a pack nearby? Should she try her luck again so soon? Bat licked her lips and glanced around as if the answer to her question would physically materialize.