Suffering Succotash

Fluffy coat, check! Winter chill, check! Even though it was fucking windy, Sparrow was doing her best to enjoy the cold. The winds, and gods of all that was windy and cold had other ideas, however. It had decided to get more serious about being a little bitch and eventually, with her chin tucked into her chest, Sparrow decided that the wind and snow had possibly won and that maybe she should hunker down while the storm passed.

She found herself leaning against the nearby trees, ambling from one tree to the other to avoid the cold blasts of wind as best as she could. As she was making the dash between trees, she suddenly realized there was another just at root level. Sparrow half jumped, half threw herself into the air to stop herself from kicking the small being. Was that a rabbit?

As she tumbled into the snow, she realized that no, that was not a rabbit, but another wolf. A baby wolf. Sparrow popped back around, eyes wide, "Omigosh, are you hurt?"