(Nu problem. Thankies. X3)
The small vixen trotted swiftly across the barren plain of snow. Her pitch white winter coat making for wonderful camouflage in her surroundings. Her large black eyes constantly scanned the area around her, searching for either something of interest, or danger. Letting out a quiet huff, Eponine broke into a lope when her surroundings were confirmed to hold nothing of interest. Scrambling out of the snow, she slowed her pace when she reached the dry tundra grass. Yawning, she curled into a tight ball beside a large boulder.