She enjoyed the feeling of snow flowing through her hands as she picked it up and threw it in the air.

The bare trees around her were quiet as they witnessed her fun, their dead sticks lay on the ground pitifully, brown and light green against the white. The grey clouds were fat and the snow seemed endless, but she paid no heed. She heard a noise and turned to see her favourite wolf pack were gazing upon her.

She gave a smile and a wave before they bound to her and they all danced and played until the sun set.