TwinWolfSister

Cozy foot wandered out from the soft warmth of the barns into the depths of the snow drift pastures. Her unique red and white poodlere coat helped her maintain her heat in the near glacial January fields. Cozy foot knew what she was looking for as she sniffed and snuffled her way through the fluffy fresh powder that had fallen the night before, glazing the world in a beautiful crystal coat of rime. A sharp winter gale swept the light powder around in a squall, she stood firm knowing better than to move and get lost. The mini storm that had dusted her coat with a glitter of sparkling snow. Yet the squall was over soon, the spurt of fierce wind whipping snow off of the trees above as well as clearing the snow from pastures around her. New snowdrifts formed to reveal what she was looking for, frozen roots, tubers that once cured by frozen snow and ice had become sweeter. She foraged these every year ever since an older mare had taught her to seek them out. The rooty tubers provided a