Baby it's cold outside [Sorrel]

The snow had driven her further out beyond the pack lands than normal. The snow within the plains had buried any herbs she might have found there and the moor was more or less one large snow blanket. So she had moved east, though in retrospect perhaps it would have been better to head south. But she was here now and as the golden girl nosed at the shrubs she was optimistically hopeful. True it would have  been better if the new trees here were bigger, offering a better protection from the snow for the plants at their roots but the small grown here could offer some shelter.

With her rump in the air and her nose pushed firmly under a snow covered shrub the girl more than likely painted a somewhat amusing picture but she was too busy wrestling with a branch in her way. Her small body wriggled with each attempt to either pull the branch off or simply move it out of the way.