Misha stepped around in the snow, making a small trail with her paw prints. She buried herself into the snow and then got up and shook. Oh how devine that felt on her thick fur. It was a nice release from all of the scorching weather around the land. Well, of course except in the submerged woods. It was a little warmer here due to climate change; but there was snow on the ground. And Misha was happy about it. She made a small hop and stood straight up and opened her jaw and let out a melodic howl from her throat, calling out into the wild. She ended her small song with a held open note and she closed her mouth, perking her ears; seeing if anyone would reply.
