I Feel... Cold

Dagrún moved cautiously across the bridge, flinching at the cold on her bare paw pads. She swiftly pinned her ears to her head, seeking to keep them warm. That wind was terrible and as it blew in from the north when she lifted her head she got a full face of it. In some ways it made it hard to breath so she kept her focus on her paws as she walked along after the boys. She didn't want to whine but she was more than ready to head back. The twisty trees were far more interesting then a band of ice going out into the water in her opinion. Thankfully, both boys decided to head back and she quickly turned around and scrambled back onto solid ground.