she's got class and style

The Dreamer's Col was boring, now that everyone was always going off to have adventures. The little one had decided it was her turn now. She was bigger than the new babies, and she could go even farther. She would see everything before they could, and show her papa how brave she was. Her mama too, mama would see how great she was. Papa had said she wasn't her real mama, but who cared? She was mama now.

Alabaster paws thumped fearlessly through the snow, sunshine upon her back. Today was a cold day, the clouds were gone, and the sun was out in full force. Her breath puffed out in clouds of mist in front of her. Up ahead, towering goliaths in the form of trees. Awed by the splendour, she couldn't help but slow her pace. Wowser. These were the prettiest trees ever. They were a deep red, with long boughs of needles. They reached out so far, there was hardly any snow on the ground here. Far less than there was beyond their reach. Amazing. Just.. wow.

"How did you get so big?" She asked the trees, gaze trailing up their trunks. The nearest one didn't say anything. Hmm. Weird. With a shrug of her delicate shoulders, she continued onwards. It smelled like there weren't many wolves around here. None that stayed, anyways. A few scents, here and there. Mostly, it was just deer and rabbits. Yummy, rabbits.