How quickly time had gone by. It felt like yesterday that it was a bright, mild autumn day. Now suddenly, winter held the region within it's icy grasp. So much had been going on, even if Zia's personal life was relatively uneventful. Borlla was still recovering from her injuries, and in her place was Lucero. This made Zia wonder if this change would be permanent. Ever since the snows had come, everyone had been busy stocking up on extra food for hungry mouths, or checking and rechecking the borders to avoid trespassers. With all of the wolves busy, she had been seeing less and less of her pack mates. Some, more than others.
Despite the harsh season, it truly was one of her favorites. While certainly not of Arctic heritage, Zia still thoroughly enjoyed the snow. Her charcoal and silver fur allowed her to blend in nicely with the wintery background. Like every year, her coat had thickened out to keep the cold at bay. Here, in winter amongst the snow and ice, was in her element. Today was like any other day for the female, as she strode through the pack's territory, ensuring that everything was in order. Her ears flicked back atop her head as she heaved a silent sigh. Although fond of her everyday existence, she had grown tired of the same old routine day in and day out. Deep down, she knew, something was missing. But she couldn't quite figure out what yet. Long slender legs pushed through the trenches of snow with ease, allowing it to pile up behind her or cling to her fur. There was no one in sight, even as she strolled solemnly through the heart of the Glen. Coming to a halt atop a gently sloping hill, she paused to sit down, to survey the snow covered lands.
For several minutes, she sat like this, staring distantly out towards the treeline. So lost was she in thought, that she didn't even notice the black shape several yards away until the trance was broken. Ears flickering curiously, Zia narrowed her eyes, wondering just what on earth the wolf was up to. Was she....playing with the snow? Curiosity compelled her to investigate, moving forward at a steady, even pace. She hadn't seen this wolf before, but her scent assured her that she was indeed a member of Magnolia Glen. At last, a new face...some company. Coming round the hastily made snow sculpture, Zia paused at the subordinates side, sending her a questioning look. "Hello. Mind if I ask what you were doing?"