tired stumble // open+joining

The crunching of snow echoed off the valley walls no matter how lightly Dolce tried to make her steps. She knew it probably wasn't nearly as loud as she thought but she was annoyed, and annoyed meant everything was louder. And colder.

She shivered, ruffling her wings against her back to preserve some warmth and being completely unsurprised when she was still pretty damn cold. Maybe she just wasn't built for snow. Whatever. She heard there was a nice little village to live in and she needed at least one peaceful and consistent thing in her life, so she'd learn to get used to the evil water flakes. Probably.

Apparently Dolce would also have to relearn how to use her nose in this wet ass forest because she couldn't find a territory border to save her life. "Eh, fuck it." With a heaving sigh the serval flopped onto the ground. If it took anyone too long to notice her then she could just die out here, who cared.