Game tracks criss-crossed the large open space in front of her and she snorted in disgust. She had been born and raised in a dense forest, where snow struggled to infiltrate the canopy that sheltered her existence. The open space made her anxious, she had no idea how anybody could stand to live somewhere so... open.
She kicked at the snow in anger, spinning and gnashing her teeth at anything in reach, mostly just long stalks poking above the snow. <i>Pull pull pull</i>, she couldn't stand it anymore! It was like a bad knot she just had to work out. She stalked in the opposite direction. No stupid feeling was going to tell her where to go!</blockquote>