09-10-2018, 07:59 AM
Mid-winter. It forces her to stay on main pathways instead of slinking through the trees like she so enjoys. The snow has accumulated differently in the south and as she’s moved upward over the last few weeks she has noticed the differences. As the terrain gets harsher the snow gets deeper, only from memory can she really find her way once she nears the Lake territory’s borders. She remembers winters here when she was younger, remembers when her father taught the young minds about tact, sneakery, and other fun things.
She learned to heal properly here, she thinks to herself quietly as she steps into the dappled light. The tree’s reach out above, naked and skeletal, letting the evening’s fading like filter through to the pale mare below. Her fur in thick and warm, she’s untouched by the bitter wind that rips through every few minutes. She walks through the halls of one of their forests that dot around the frozen Lake half wishing she might she her father’s crooked grin at any moment. He’s moved on, she tells herself, and Amet isn’t here anymore either. Still she wanders even being quite sure her father is not around, not ready to say goodbye.
Kota
those great whites,
they have big teeth
<3
