Lyr noticed above her the absence of the sound of birds. Most of them had probably fled the cold weather already. Some flitted about now and then, but their beaks were occupied with warm things to stash in their winter nests. Above the canopy the weather was cold and grey and wet, but beneath it there were few raindrops that managed to get to the ground. This resulted in the she wolf being kept fairly dry - as she liked it. However, it wasn't the world above her head she concerned herself with today but the world below. With every step the cool, fine earth squished between her toes to her enormous satisfaction. Dirt smudged her coat and wet leaves left streaks across her body. She smelt of roots and earth worms.
As she travelled through the forest, off into the wilder parts away from the small pathways, Lyr traversed the undergrowth. Her long, thin snout picked up little bits of goodies along the way in the form of scents, small animal caches and more. There's treasure everywhere! she thought happily, but kept quiet. The only sound of that came from her stalking was the sound of the leaves she rustled as she passed by. It was as though there was a whole world under the forest! She came upon a recently fallen bee hive, the bees long gone. Inside was all matter of things enjoying the sweetness inside, and she took a few combs for herself. She let them sit on her tongue, then threw her head back and let the juice slowly pour itself down her throat. Her face was a muddy and wet mess but her eyes were clear and bright. Every now and then her ears swivelled to listen for others but so far she had encountered no trouble.
Back to sniffing the ground, she tried to find the scent trail she'd been following. She dipped her head below and snuffled around before noticing a cluster of small flowers. Rewarded with a cloud of pollen shot straight up her nose, a coughing fit ensued, waking the entire forest.