Morgana stood on a ridge and stared down bellow her at a snow filled valley, "well hell .. .there go my chances for a good meal..." she snorted and turned back the way she came. Morg was usually rather depressed and in the dumps but today she was feeling a bit angry at the world. The brown filly flicked her tail back and forth across her rump and laid her ears flat against her skull.
She almost shivered when a chilly wind whipped up her back tussling her short cropped mane. Morgana just trudged on through snow drifts her brown coat standing out well against the crisp white snow.
Cursing under her breath Morgana found a large tree to take shelter under, after kicking away some snow she settled down and watched the white covered world.
