The weather had gotten colder. The Whispering Pines was not known for its typical warmth, with the majority of sunlight being blocked by the trees, but it had gotten downright chilly some days. There had been a few snowfalls, sending thin layers of snow blanketing the ground, but nothing that had lasted long. Nature had decided that enough was enough, it was time for a good bought of snow that would not just melt away within a matter of days. It had started with a soft snowfall, tiny flakes coming down slowly. Calina had noticed the flecks of white peppering her fur as she did a patrol, and by the time she was returning to the ruins, there were great gusts of snow flying down, breaking through the dense company above.
The wind was trying to pelt snow into her eyes and she squinted, displeasure clear in her wrinkled muzzle and lowered ears. Snow was fine, but not when it was targeting her fragile eyes. She padded into the middle of the ruins, blurry eyes focusing on a pile of branches that could serve as firewood. A few weeks prior, she had set up various fire pits around the area, in hopes of keeping her clanmates warm in the cold weather, and this seemed like a perfect time to put them to use. If the snow would permit it, of course- the wood that Calina was collecting was already wet from the snow sinking in, and Calina muttered a soft, "Ah, fuck."