Wapun Meadow “So watch my chest heave, as this last breath leaves me.”

The scenario replayed through Shaara’s mind with a helix of scalding turmoil against the current of peace she usually placated herself with. Or moreso plagued herself with, considering the calm mentality did nothing but remain idle while her brother-

What a lovely day this was. It was amazing how the bitter frost could keep a thing completely preserved, should it come to stay so frigid. The winds however did much to satisfy that as they both chaffed past the most rigid of corpses, what seemed to be a sort of duck. It didn’t aid her travels however, as the moon-watcher continued her journey to find either a new home, or her brother. Whichever one viciously came first. 

Unbeknownst to her, @Soltero was somewhat near, but what was known was how thick pack scent lay in this chipper meadow. Well, what used to be thick - it seemed light and scarce, now. Only a few had walked these parts as of recently; so could it be considered a pack?
And could Alarian be considered one of their numbers?

A deep inhale brought awfully cold winds shivering terribly in her small chest. While she couldn’t feel the outside due to her thick pelt of salted peppery coat, the temperature difference insured her insides knew well what the season was. And what came with it was how many resided here. 

The small girl thought to herself, more often than not, that others would need her. She was relatively healthy, a nimble girl, but who was to say but the others? 

She found a creek where the meadows dwindled off into, and expressly told herself not to jump in. If she could get in and out without getting too much wet, she would be okay... but cold water and cold weather never mixed too well...