Racing into the storm

The wolf finally noticed her waving her paws. Already getting too cold for comfort, the girl placed her paws back down and stood up to all four. Her tail wags gently behind her in hello as her head tilts lightly to the side. She listens and then nods with a slight smile even though her teeth are chattering. Being unable to speak really hindered having conversations. Turning to follow after the ivory woman, Dee tried to keep up as best as possible. Her paws plunked down into the snow and pulling them back up was more difficult the farther they went. By this point, she could hardly feel her own toes! Still, she did her best and continued to make her way through the drifting snow as the other woman continued down through the marble wash.

When the other calls back to her about a den, she looks around. Ah, yes, the almost obscured doorway is barely seen through the sheets of snow that fall from the heavens. She nods her head in the direction of the den before picking up her pace to race after the other woman. Kicking up snow and rocks, she was having trouble keeping up. Clumps of ice clung to her fur and with how wet she had gotten since the snow started, she felt dense. Exhaustion filled her as she continued and tried her best to keep up.