wild strawberries [p] among the trees

A dark gray figure could be seen weaving between the tree trunks. Nowhere in particular, no final destination. Yet. Flintpaw was wandering around as she often did. But this time, it wasn't just something for her to do, a place for her to delve through thoughts. This time, she was waiting. A familiar strawberry wolf had asked for her presence in the woods. To meet her there. Flintpaw just had no idea where exactly inside the forest, so she was leisurely padding around. The student had no worries about why she was meeting up with Melody. The wolf had proven to be trustworthy so far. The answer would come in good time. She just had to find her first.

Flintpaw's ears lifted slightly at the noise pulsing though the frosty winterland silence. Relaxed blue eyes located the strawberry wolf, who was hidden behind a bramble bush or two. Quite painful, but Flintpaw then remembered the length of Melody's fur. A few pesky brambles would have trouble trying to pierce through that. As for herself, her own dark gray fur didn't stretch very far or provide much protection. The student didn't mind when it came to cold weather, but it would be better to avoid a few scratches. No need to bother the healer for disinfectant if she didn't have to get cut in the first place.

The student padded over across the thin layer of snow, feeling mild enjoyment as the snow freezed the pads of her paws and numbness slowly crept upwards. A sensation only found in winter, that is unless you lived higher up on the globe. Meaning either up in the mountains, or up North. The latter was the case of Flintpaw's birthclan. It had practically snowed year-round over there.

Spotting a tiny parting, Flintpaw glanced to the wolf to make sure that was the spot where she wanted her to 'come on' to.

Watching Melody vanish, the dark gray feline started to pass through the clearing. She had to crouch down and army-crawl under the brambles in order to pass, but it was no big deal. Hearing the wolf's voice, Flintpaw heard her call an unfamiliar name. She looked around, but didn't spot another animal. Instead, she spot something else. Quite a few something else's. Hunks of twoleg silver. Complex contraptions that didn't exactly look friendly. Where had Melody found all of these? They reminded her of the tail armour she had seen Melody wear at the crafting session, but different shapes and sizes and probable different functions. But Flintpaw couldn't begin to guess what they were. She remain ed silent, taking it in. Remembering to keep an open mind.