Suffering Succotash

Mara would blame it on the low visibility because as far as she was concerned, the other wolf came out of no where. One minute she was grumbling to herself, and the next she was nearly toppled over by some giant horrible snow monster- Yeah, no. Definitely a wolf. Older than herself but not old old. Not all grown but not a kid either. "Omigosh, are you hurt?" she asked. To that, Mara huffed. "No, not yet!" She shook off the newest layer of snow that had made a home atop her shoulders and back. She drew herself away from the clump of roots she'd been investigating. "But if frostbite counts I might be, unless I figure out a place to get out of this wind. So if you don't mind?"

She went back to searching. Yeah that was probably rude and sure, it would probably have made a lot more sense to ask the older girl for some help. So what! In like, two or three more moons she'd be a yearling which was practically grown, so she was practically practically grown herself! She didn't need any help. What was so dangerous about subzero temperatures and gusting wind anyhow? Pfft. She wasn't worried. Just cold and grumpy, so she'd thank this stranger to not butt in on her business. Ugh. Did she mention she was cold? She tried to forget the stranger's presence and went to investigate the roots of the next nearest tree.