Sleepy Fox Hollow unerschütterlich

It was cold for Wylla, with her thin figure and thinner coastal coat. It always was in the winter, but it was so much worse in the mountains, a fact she somehow always forgot. Despite this, she trudged through the fresh snow with a relatively tame scowl, for her.

At least it was the hollow this winter. They were protected from the worst of the elements by high walls, and there were always the trees when the wind blew loudest. She hated the way snow made the whole world monotonous and ugly even here, but there was no changing that. All in all, Wylla supposed she had little to complain about.

That didn't stop her from pitching her voice into a whining, teasing cadence the moment she caught up with her mate, cheekily bumping his hindquarters with her snout as she stepped up close to him. How can you just stand there when it's so bloody cold?!

She wouldn't be satisfied until she was living in a tropical rainforest, and even then, she'd whine about the bugs.