Totoka River mistletoe

Soft droplets of water trickled from her chest, cascading to the ground in silence; she'd gone for a careless meander, tail swaying smoothly at her hind. Vyn did not plan to be too far from Valkyr for a prolonged period of time, though her paws drifted across the land with a gentle sway of her hips - that's right, she was a damn queen. It was the river that had paused her miniscule trek, body slinking to a halt before she sauntered down to the water's edge, leathery nose flaring - then she stepped into the polar ripples, svelte figure sliding into the clear liquid with untold grace.

She had not lingered within those depths despite the relief they brought. The momentary solitude had provided her with an escape in which to cleanse her body but now she simply felt exposed, the cold wind brushing against her stomach and over her back, an unwanted embrace of chilled air. Perhaps she had underestimated the winter's clutch on the shore.

Regardless of her trembling, the doe strutted from the river's edge and set out to explore what remained untouched by her coruscating gaze.