Ah, the blessed chill of the north. How she'd missed it! She'd occupied the east for several seasons and now, with the heat slowly rising, Sabine couldn't take it any longer. So she'd headed north, back to the snow and the chill and sweet sound of ice crunching underfoot.
The sudden, irresistible urge to roll in the snow overcame her and Sabine was powerless to fight it off. So she caved; rolling onto her back and letting all four paws flail wildly in the air as she ground her back into the snow. The cold gave her gooseflesh, but instead of being alarmed, Sabine was heartened. If asked she wouldn't have ever in a million years labeled herself as 'homesick' but now, with her back in the snow and the smell of winter all around...maybe it was appropriate.