Permafrost Hollows my shadow's shedding skin

Exhaustion hinted at the woman’s features, emerald eyes scanning over the Hollow, the crystalized water over the surface causing a frown to strike her features. She sighed softly, her breath showing lightly against the cold chill of the morning air to the north. It felt as if she brought the cold with her regardless of where she went, distressing as always as she began to search for any sign of life, any meal that might help stave off the hunger that burned in her belly.
 
She could not help but let her nose wrinkle softly in the process, a hint of disgust on her features. It felt as if she had been wandering to the south and east for weeks if not months, and yet there was no progress in her quest for the warmth, for something away from the very thing that had taken her life away from her. The frustration was hard to miss, even now. Her eyes closed, drawing in another deep breath before sharply exhaling.
 
Anger is uncomely. She wished the voice of her parents would flee her already, reminding her how she had once been expected to act. Nothing made sense anymore… and Ruona was not sure who she was supposed to be now that she knew everything she was, was a lie.
 
She moved forward, her paws crunching the frost that had settled over the plants in the valley as she aimed to continued south and east, hoping that some day, she might just find the warmth she craved after all this time.