The husky wolf mix had to leave Phoenix Valley for the afternoon, she feared running into Domonick and she didn't want to confront her issues. Perhaps that made her a coward? If so, she'd rather be thought of as a coward than a bully. She couldn't believe him, but what she also couldn't believe was despite him being around, his scent was very very faint within Phoenix which made her wonder if he really was back? Did he just come back to flash himself, or did he just run away like a coward? Did that make her a hypocrite? She was being a coward by hiding from him. Well if he really wanted to talk with her he would have attempted to by now. Frustration and anger boiled within her, and she found herself picking up a stick as she walked through part Arachnea's revenge. She dragged it with her all they way till she found herself at Shattered coast. It was bitter cold out but still the wind had died down and the waves were surprisingly calm.
Beneath her legs she noticed the sand was entirely covered with snow. This she should have expected, but she couldn't have helped but thought there might still be sand. She crouched down staring at the snow as she remembered times with her father and how she used to draw in the sand as he laid down watching over her. A soft smile came to her face as she began to draw in the snow as if it were the sand. She made butterflies and birds. At one point she drew up a rat in mid motion. The drawings in the snow didn't look the best as the snow didn't make for a very good canvas. Sand seemed to work better. She stood above them staring at them with her head tilted. She dropped the stick then looked out over to the woodlands that connected to the shattered coast. If she remembered right, this was the furthest she had been. She could be wrong.
Her eyes looked down glancing at her paw prints noticing how the snow clustered into clumps. A smile formed on her muzzle as she remembered how her and her brother used to throw snow at one another...perhaps. Her mind began to wonder. Leaning down she picked up the snow and molded it into a small tight ball, her eyes looked at it, then with the tip of her claw she made eyes by outlining eye lids, and then the iris and pupil. A cute little nose then a mouth with a tongue sticking out. A giggle of laughter came from her as she lightly placed the ball down upright. The snow ball made her think of a great idea. Running around the coast she gathered up as much snow as she could as she began to pile it all up making it as tall as her. She compacted it as much as it would allow. It looked like a messed up square but she didn't care, there was no one around, and it wasn't going to stay as it was. She stared at it for what seemed like hours, before she began to work on it, starting from the top fearing it would fall apart otherwise.
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