Prayin' for Daylight

Geneva had never been in snow before. This crunchy white powdery stuff was cooling to her paws until it got so cold they ached. When she tried to eat it, her mouth went numb. It was a frustrating thing to be in though she didn't think it was because she was so far north. Geneva was used to the hot deserts of her old homeland. While this was a pleasant change, she really wouldn't mind something warmer. It crunched under her feet and made it difficult to drink water. The trees and stuff looked pretty, but it wasn't so much fun to play in when your body went numb. Watching her breath come out as steam though was pretty cool.

Before she could curse the snow even further, a joyous howl echoed through the trees and Geneva had to stop and look for a second. Eventually as she rounded a corner, a flash of white and brown flashed past her as a growl and a screech followed the blurred form. "Waaah!" Geneva screeched as she dodged the bullet quite literally. As she was spun around from the force of the flight, she fought to stop herself as she watched what was a wolf and a weasel slide down the slope at immense speed. That looked like tons of fun! 'Is that what you do on this stuff?' Geneva thought to herself as she clambered down slowly onto her belly. At the top of the slope she hardly moved so she belly flopped a bit until she started to move. "Wo-wo-woaaaah!" she shouted briefly before beginning to laugh. She wasn't sure whether she should laugh or scream as she slid down the slope and was heading right for the wolf as it reached the end of the slope..