get changed for your shore-going clothes

Light as a feather, slighted feet were parading through the clinging snow while a finely chiseled skull looked to the sky with tenacity. Today would be in her favor, she just knew it. Mocha thread slightly dampened by the falling, frozen precipitation bounced with each emphasized step she would take. This place was baren, save for a few spotted trees wiped clean of leaves by winter. She did not enjoy being so far away from the clutches of her beloved mistress known to most as the sea, but she knew very little of this new land. Besides, the season called for many small storms which kept her fur close to the texture she so missed. The only downside was instead of a warm tingle encasing her nostrils, the sharp cold stung with unfamiliarity. She needed a home, protection. Somewhere with food and the security of a pack. She was used to being within family ranks, having multiple persons to speak to when one grew boring. And with good fortune, hopefully today would be the day she found it.