I'm Dreaming of a Warm Christmas

delicate paws would caress the freshly laid snow on the ground, every step the placid babe would take would leave a thin trail for those to follow. It was almost like hansel and grettel where they threw small pieces of bread on the floor to follow on there way home. But S'alkrie didnt do it by choice. For a pup as small as she it was rather difficult to fight against the snow and cold- never mind trekking the entire area. Her shoulders would force forward to try and obtain the little warmth she had going, but alas the girl would give in and ignore the harsh environment. it wasn't that she was to weak to cope, but it caused stress with having to deal with yet another problem. It was only a few weeks ago when her father had given her a monstrous wound on her underbelly, carving perfectly across the whole thing, as though she where a carcass awaiting to be butchered with a sharp blade. That wound has been re opened, and the liquid forming around it wasnt a good sign. For the best part of the day S'alkrie thought it was infected, and for the overall in conclusion- it might be right.

A whimper would part her lips, But the girl could only be thankful knowing that there was a healer in the glaciem borders. The baby pink pools would target a small women, bathed in a rich brown of silk. The tiara would turn to the side- confused to what she seems to be doing. The wispy tail would lick against her heels before venturing up to the woman who possesed a rather familiar scent- Glaciem. " Hello there, watcha doing?" The sultry murmur would proceed to caress the woman's lobes. The small silhouette would drag over to greet the woman, before sitting gently beside her.