It was cold, but Arwen didn't mind. Though all senses but her sight were honed, she was not barraged with sensory overload. Winter was a quiet and unassuming season for the most part: it came and simply covered the land with bitter chills and snow, burying Fall's presence day by day like a fungal growth on a tree trunk.The dainty she-wolf was unsure of what to do with herself to be honest. It was hard to play by herself, what with her mother and father busy, her siblings all grown up (or missing, in the case of one), and her pack disturbingly still. Had they too been covered by the winter snow? She certainly hoped not . . . Arwen knew that she had only grown up as well as she had because of them. To be alone now would be too cruel.
As she wandered through the snow, a sneeze escaped her. And then another. The she-wolf shook her head, praying she wasn't already getting sick when Winter was just born. Her health, though, wasn't the best in the world . . .
Miko Tadita
