Frost had left her some what cozy warm den for a day of tracking, hunting, and unexpected trial. By the time it was midday the young cream women was growing weary and tired of walking. Her annoying limp was becoming more noticeable by each step she took. Which caused the walk home to be a dreadful thought threatening the loner. It lingered in her mind wickedly snickering as if taunting the girl to give up her life. However this was ignored while she trekked on through the light snow that fell onto her fur only to melt away. The bitter sweetness of winter was a dividing path to Frost, either she could enjoy the beauty as well as survive or hate it as she went. There was no choice for death in her head, it was all up hill from here. No, literally, it was. She was heading north up the mountain.
With a moments hesitation she carefully chose where to step. However she made the mistake of overlooking ice and as her front right paw hit the ground it slid from underneath her body. Next went her injured leg being unable to hold her weight. Frost growled in frustration as she found herself with a mouth full of snow and pebbles. She rose her medium sized body up slowly as her face stung with sharp pain. A fresh gash had found its way onto her fluffy cheek and bled graciously onto her pelt for such a small nick. Her throbbing left leg trembled a bit leaving her with a decision. Either head out again in search of food, rest for a while, or go home. She took a moment to examine the slightly swollen with puss bite before sitting down. She unsheathed her rough tongue raking it across the crusty scab.
Thanks PuppyThief for the winter skin and avatars!