Blacktail Deer Plateau Witch of a witch of course

Tiny petite paws thrummed against the ground. The cold chill in the air, a small shiver worked from her maw to her tail tip. The thick fur of her body staving off most of the cool, but it was still rather chilly. Snow fell around her face and ears, coating her nose and her eyelashes in pretty crystals of water. She was on her way to clear off the worship places. Her tail moving to and fro as she loped.

There was a lightness to her movements, a gentle tilt to her head. She was enjoying herself, just existing and being and learning. It was nice to speak of others and to others. She smiled to herself as she continued towards the sacred place.