The day has started out so calmly, with barely a cloud in the sky and a slightly warmer breeze. But just as soon as the nice day appeared it turned into a fierce snowy storm, rough and forceful winds blowing across the lands, whipping the snow around and sending it into her face and all over her already white pelt. She blended in almost perfectly with her surroundings, and being out all alone in the blackberry fields like that was not a good idea. What if she got lost? It had happened before, and it was not fun. But it did mean she got to be saved by Florence. Sneezing, she shook out her head, ridding all of her sensitive orifices of the harsh snow being blown into them, but it was no use. The wind just kept coming and coming, never ending. What a great day.

Skittering to the side after a pretty large force of wind that practically knocked her to her knees, the Diminutive Ivory She-wolf huffed exasperatedly as she clambered to her feet once more. It was one thing to have snow blown at her, but another to be pushed over into the snow. Ridiculous! Embarrassing! Exhaling deeply, she continued to pad forward, hoping that she was going in the correct direction. The den must be that way... unless if she got turned around by her near fall. Grumbling under her breath, Vera lowered her head, tucking her chin into her chest and flattening her ears as she crouched down low to the ground, trying to make herself as small as possible to make walking easier. If anyone could see her in this weather, she'd look absolutely hilarious.