She had been out for a stroll, content to just wander around the woods, for once not on the lookout for herbs. It was unusual for her, but she wanted just a few hours to clear her mind, as there would be lots of preparing to do when the snow fell in droves, and then stayed without melting away. Clover briskly trotted, tail waving happily behind her as she let the gentle breeze fluff her thick coat, enjoying the feel of it on her face. It was not too cold yet, but as an arctic wolf she was designed for this colder weather, and so quite enjoyed it.
The thin coating of snow on the ground was enough that none of the greenery was visible, but she could still feel it beneath her paws as she moved, and the occasional step unearthed a clump of grass or dirt. She had been so unfocused on her surroundings, that when she suddenly felt a back leg slip on something smooth, she balked, scrambling somewhat frantically to try and regain her balance. After a few wobbly moments, her front legs slipped out from under her and she went skidding into the side of a tree with a loud oof.
Ouch, that hurt.