Tempo Delle Nuvole

She hadn't eaten in a while, as were her ribs were rather slightly visible in the vixen's demeanor. Alabaster prize dripped cardinal flavoring down her fascinating paradox, weight against paws cracking the thin layer of snow, only to have her sink down every other moment she strode across the clearing. Air toying with her fur, swinging it into luscious knots to swing inferior of the gravitational pull. Stomach only kvetched for the attention of the casualty of game that dropped from the madam's aperture. There was nothing but the frozen basin, nothing dry she could enjoy her meal on, it was only snow. Every time she took a breather, her nasal passages would freeze and the vixen's body would do nothing but freeze with it.
Her coat would not help either. The rabbit had laid a simple trial of cardinal blood, making her movements not such of a mystery as she would have hoped, and made herself a lot more visible to the curious minds of the living. Sitting against her will, Macaria's fur clumped of snow as the wind exceeded to blow treacherous snow flakes. Letting her lifeless game drop from her aperture, her glassy knives sliced slowly only to have red ooze seep out slowly and add flavor as it danced against her tongue.

"speech!"