GAIL;;
A loud crunching sound filled the winter air as the she-wolf confidently treaded through the snow. She was walking up an inclined hill of snowy whiteness, so the ice cold winds that were blowing in her direction were temporarily being blocked by the landscape. Specks of frost littered her pelt, mostly along the spine and on her head, and icicles were starting to form under her belly. Why so frostbitten? Well, let's just say that someone was too proud to walk through the forest where the trees had caught most of the snow and had been plowing herself through bitter snowflakes for a good twenty minutes. In all fairness however, one can't exactly escape the cold of winter, can they? Nor the heat... She thought irritably as the peak of the hill was coming closer and closer. Once atop it, she planted her feet firmly on top of the snow and shook out the ice from her pelt, then holding her head high and scanning the field below with her yellow eyes. She licked her chops and grinned slightly. A whole meadow below her, just waiting to be explored and dove into. Perhaps she would find other wolves further in the distance; wolves she could mingle with and impress. Keeping that thought in mind, she sat down for a brief second to allow her frigid body some rest and to feel the cooling licks of the winter breeze.