(Morning)
For the time being, the flurries of snow had ceased, but were to start up again soon. The cream coated woman took this opportunity to go for a stroll. Her paws carried her lightly as she ducked beneath a cedar and into the forest. Soft brown eyes scanned the area as Chantille continued along, coat brushing against a low branch and collecting its earthen scent. Chant began humming to herself as she traveled along, her sweet notes piercing through the morning air. Her head lightly bopped along to her own tune; there were no birds to sing with. Fluffed white tail swayed ever so lightly before she paused at the base of a cedar. A medium sized hole within the trunk caught her attention. Tilting her head, a small frown pulls at her lips. Nothing was probably living in there. It seemed as if there was no life aside from the other wolves in the Lore.
A slight huff escaped her maw before she turned away from the tree and continued onward. No, she didn't have any specific destination in mind. Chantille had just decided to wander around. Boredom strung itself through her mind; she had to keep herself occupied somehow. The lack of plants had nearly driven the healer insane. She had nothing to collect! Her skills couldn't be tuned anymore.
The morning sun continuously played peek-a-boo, hiding behind clouds and reappearing every few minutes. The woman looked upward toward the sky, her vision obscured by dark branches. How she wished she could see a clear blue sky. This winter had seemed to be endless.
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