Oh great, so now I'm the damsel in distress?

(WARNING: My muse is all other the place and I'm not responsible for any craziness in my post. XD Also just as another warning, she cusses a lot.)

It was quite obvious, today wasn't Frost's day, first off she had lost her meal thanks to a sudden hawk. Then she had fell into mud and when she went to clean off in water she came out slime covered. After that she was just ticked off at the world, nothing was right. The dirty heap of a arctic wolf growled lumbering through the beautiful landscape. She was covered in muck and looked nothing of a white wolf. Walking to a tree she sat underneath the branches and just to her luck a hard cherry fell down and hit her left eye, hard. Jumping to her feet snarling she seemed to loose her temper and literally attacked the tree. Pushing off her hind legs she slammed her front paws into the trunk and without thinking she bit the tree in a smooth action. Looking up she saw the bright lime green leafs shake, "Oh shit" She said closing her eyes as a shower of hard unripe cherries rained down on her. She growled in frustration and pain while pulling backwards. Finding her teeth were stuck she began cussing loudly at her self, "Frost you bitch!!!!!!!!! How the fuck you getting out of this one? Hmmm fucker!!!!?" A powerful rage filled the syllables.

After calming the fea was able to dislodge herself. Snorting she began walking off with one eye shut from the trees muttering, "I hate cherry trees." While in the middle of this she felt the ground disappear under her left front paw as it fell into a hole. The next thing that happened was worse, something <i>bit<i> her. Howling in pain she got up and limped away quickly. "Dag on it." She muttered feeling blood seep down her leg. With a huff she flopped down underneath another tree and began cleaning her wound. It was so painfully tender and she winced every time she touched it, *Looks like a snake bite* She thought bitterly.

Thanks TABs for the table and it's photo I've used for her featured photo.
Thanks PuppyThief for the winter skin and avatars!

He had no interest in leaving the shelter beneath the cherry tree that he had claimed to be his home for the night, not while this blasted rain fell. The mud and filth would cover his pure coat and make him look like some kind of mongrel and that just wouldn't do. Then some kind of well, he didn't really know what it was moved in his line of vision, it seemed to be wolf form and size, but it looked more like some kind of creature from a bog, like in pup tales. He cocked his head to the side and his eyes narrowed as he followed its progress across the orchard, though the happenings of events brought a chuckle forth from him. The voice that reached his ears was feminine, though the words caused him to snarl slightly, no woman should talk in such manner. He continued to watch her with judgement written across his face, someone should have taught this femme the proper way to behave, and he certainly did not have the time for such a trachile task. A snort escaped him, it seemed fate thought the same and would continue to punish her for the unladylike manner she conducted herself in. He would make no move to help her, if she was smart enough to notice him and ask for his help properly he might assist her, as long as she got her act together. He had no time for loose cannons, the organization would eventually have time for charity cases such as the one in front of him, but it certainly didn't now.