The crunch of crisp leaflitter beneath her paws caused her ears to prick as she stalked beneath the gently swaying willow branches. The warm breeze that had brushed through her thinning warm-weather coat had suddenly turned bitterly cold. The chill of it against her pale skin caused a shiver to run down the length of her spine and set her fur on edge. Above the drooping canopy, the afternoon sky had begun to turn dull and cloudy. Marlow could only assume that a storm was brewing, so immediately the wolf sought shelter beneath the gnarly, twisted roots of an old weathered tree.

Curling up tight within the confines of its protective roots, with her black-tipped tail tucked up over her muzzle, bright amber eyes kept watch over her immediate surroundings. The area was quiet, aside from the faint serpentine hiss of the wind as it shook the green tendrils of the hanging willow branches. As the outside temperature continued to drop, the agouti female could not help but wonder just how cold the nights got in the foreign lands. Seemingly alone, and with the weather taking a turn, the female promptly decided that she would stay put for the remainder of the evening and sleep through the storm.