Welcome to one or two others! Late afternoon. Sunny, 46F/8C.
Why was it still frosting? Sure, she might have been but a few moons old at this time last year, but Little Crow could not remember it being this chilly. If it were, surely her mother wouldn’t have let her out and about to play. Her paws would have frozen!
Or, at the very least, she’d like to think her dam had more maternal instincts than that. But given the manner in which she’d left? The little sand wolf wasn’t so certain any more. But, she wasn’t certain of much, and that rarely stopped her. Perhaps it was only frosting because she kept pressing further northward, still on the hunt for the missing woman. Why she kept going north, even she wasn’t entirely certain.
Stretching out her toes, Little Crow cast another glance over the wilted flowers. Even if it was still perky and bright, it wouldn’t have done her much good. It wasn’t as if she could eat the plant, after all.
…well. She could. Probably wasn’t going to be good, though. Exhaling heavily through her nose, the small female lifted herself and shook herself out. The night was coming. If she didn’t move now, she’d get stuck at this dumb waterfall. Who wanted that?