Under Every Rock

It was unusually windy in the West today, but then again it seemed to be quite an unusual season...the Albino woman made her way from one tree to the next as she tried to keep herself out of the elements as much as possible, though she was luckier than most to have such a thick winter coat still. She silently thanked her Ancora genes for the thickness of her fur, otherwise, she was sure she'd be in trouble. Blue eyes scanned her surroundings, noting that many of the trees were covered with snow, most of their branches bare and naked from what felt like a never-ending winter. She could hear the creaking of branches as some inevitably snapped and flew to the ground. She had to be careful, else she might get hit by a rogue branch thrown by the wind. Luckily, she knew willow trees were pretty resilient, their branches usually bending with the wind, but it seemed some of the older and drier branches weren't able to stand up to the onslaught like the younger branches were.

Despite the elements, she continued her path from tree to tree, dodging the whipping tendrils of willow branches and trying to avoid the worst of the wind and snow when she could. Up ahead, she spotted some water...but that wasn't the only thing. She spied another wolf, and not just that but beyond his position, there appeared to be a collection of stuff. She was curious but cautious. While she was not afraid of others, the same couldn't always be said about them. Reluctantly, she took herself out into the open, and if it weren't for the red paint that marked her body, she would have likely blended into the rest of the forest and potentially gone unnoticed. "That's quite a collection you have there,"

"Speech!"

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