She welcomed the cold this time.
It swept through the long, ashen strands of fur that hung from her cheeks, tickling the side of her muzzle when the wind rustled by. Never one for winter, something about the impending season this year wasn't so concerning. Perhaps it was due to the fact that her roots had taken to the dirt beneath her feet here, among the magnolia trees that had lost all but a sparse dotting of their blossoms. Lucero never thought she could feel so at home, and yet after all the pack had been through over the summer and since Borlla's accident, she couldn't imagine ever being anywhere else. Watching the sacred trees lose their color and a hint of their beauty was but another reminder that the clock was ticking─the sky had become dark and grey and from the clouds fell the lightest flurry of snow.
Peeking her head out from the den mouth tucked away at the base of the old tree, she was delighted as the tiny white flurries tickled the tip of her nose. Winter had come so quickly, and she definitely hadn't expected snow like this already. It had fallen in thin sheets overnight and throughout the morning, painting the hills and grassy knolls the purest shade of white. The creek still flowed, however, seemingly untouched by the frost that had otherwise enveloped nearly everything. With her head poked out of the warmth and safety of the den, wide yellow eyes gazed about in awe. Stretching her long legs languorously and cat-like, Lucero slipped from the hidden hollow and out into the powdered world.
First, she would go for a run and enjoy the wonder of the snow for herself. Then, maybe she'd round up a pup or two, and perhaps the pack could make a play day of the season's first snow. Like a flash of lightning she was off with a start, her ivory and ashen coat blending in perfectly with the wintry scene. Plowing over drifts, cutting through thick banks, over the river and through the woods she sped; really, she hadn't had this much fun since, well...it had been a while. Not even the dark and churning sky overhead could damper the excitement of the season's first snow fall. Pink tongue lolling out of her mouth, Lucero eventually broke into a wide clearing not far from the main den. With a sparkle of childlike adventure in her eyes, she let loose a playful yip for any and everyone to hear─an invitation to partake in her frosty folly.