Huffs of powdery breaths floated up and away from the pale mare, corpse-colored coat blending her rather snugly into the soft covering of snow. Although she'd managed to find suitable shelter beneath a group of sturdy pines the night before, the cold had long since trickled into her bones and blood. More than enough of a reason to keep moving though, she'd finally opted grudgingly that morning when the sun had set the world around her into a white flare that promised to blind her at first change.
Which it did, and rather often, whenever there wasn't a bare outcropping of rock for her to focus on, or random bits of green to unsettle the constant brightness.
Another scowl, and Beatrice paused, squinting her eyes as she followed the winding path further up the side of the mountain, up and up until it vanished onto the other side. Was this ever going to end? Or rather, begin? She was beginning to think the path was suited only for those with wings. A horrible thought, really, if this was apparently the safest route of crossing the mountains, minus the large pass between the two ranges further to the east. The pass was, however, currently blocked by snow and ice. How, she wasn't really sure. Last night's light fluff couldn't have caused such a troublesome sight, but regardless...
Flexing her legs a bit to shake a bit of the chill as she remained still, her plans wandered through her mind, deciding a judgment call was in order. Did she still want to get to the desert? Yes, though the rush was slowly diminishing. Did she have to get across this mountain to get to the desert? Until the path defrosted, yes. But right this moment..?
Pink eyes danced around in bitter mirth. No, an immediate departure wasn't needed. A sound from within rang out and she sighed. Food, on the other hoof... warmth... Yet another sigh, and her gaze settled on the dark forest from which she'd just emerged. Apparently, her wanderings would continue still. At least until she found a temporary distraction, anyways.
