The lithe apprentice was out and about, the mountain ground shockingly not frigid beneath her ebony paw's. Being covered in vines? Likely helped that, though it did nothing for traction, so her walking was more of slipping about, and occasionally managing a good step.
Today she was investigaging the many mountain growing plant's, that somehow survived winter, sniffing them, touching them. However she was smart enough not to put them in her mouth luckily.