The Pundit remained in her quadrupedal form during long treks across Phoenix Valley for two reasons. One, she found it much eaiser to ignore the cold seeping in through her thin coat; and two, she was better able to cover long distances in her feral form. Her lean legs carried her across the frostbitten, cold terrain with some ease. She shivered slightly as she stopped, breathing in the coolness of the air and watching her breath seep out of her mouth in foggy forms.
The winter did not fascinate her. Indeed, she did not prefer the monochrome coloration of the world during winter, although her gray scale coat did complement it. If it weren't for her vibrant lime green eyes, she would meld in perfectly with this monochromatic scheme. Geneva did not tarry long. She was not of a mind to seek solitude today. Instead, she longed for the company of some of her pack members.
She did not have long to wait, as she soon spotted Davyn, a newer member, scoping out the beginnings of a den. With exuberance that was somewhat different from her usual calm and collected nature, she approached at a lope and halted less than gracefully, the breath tumbling out of her mouth in the form of quiet laughter. When she regained her breath, she spoke, "Would you like some help, Davyn?"