Spirit of Winter

The snow had certainly come with a bang, she thought as she padded through a veritable blizzard, gazing out at the great expanse that was the Dancefloor of the Gods. Not that she could really see much of it. A high wind tossed her mane and tail on playfully rough fingers and buffeted her shorter fur in shimmering ripple.

Despite the less than favorable weather, she’d decidedly gone out to explore the lands of the west. It was a good idea to get to know the lands around her quite well so that she’d be aware of any future changes. Whether it was a new pack settling in, or a natural catastrophe cracking the earth open like her father’s stories passed down from his mother.

She blended so naturally with the surroundings, it was likely she could have been taken for a trick of the eye. A ghost or spirit shimmering between waves of wind-driven snow, only her eyes and nose being the most distinguishably real points on her form that confirmed she actually was there.

She paused, after a long while, head cocking thoughtfully. Granted, this was probably the worst weather to be surveying possibly locations to hold things like trade fairs and festivals, but she’d been done with her patrol and hadn’t felt like turning in to the warmth of the fire chamber in the caves. They’d need to bring in more wood for the fire. That was a must.

For a long time, she stood, wreathed in the howling rush of a blizzard, just thinking, even if she remained aware of her immediate surroundings.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think