A light dusting of snow

Storms were frequent this season, it seemed, and while she was trying to stay close to home to not get caught out again, she had needed to hunt, and her track had brought her all the way up here. She had been so close to her prey that she hadn't paid enough attention to how far she had gone, or the weather.

Turned out that the storms of further south were late blizzards up here. This time she hadn't been able to find shelter before the storm hit, and she crouched miserably in the blinding snow and wind without any idea which way to go to find someplace out of the weather. A cave, a den, a pleasant cabin, anything. She had to hope that someone would stumble upon her who happened to know where shelter was