Holly ran through the forest, weaving through all of the trees that she couldn't see with her paled out eyes, but could sense through her paws. As if with every step shockwaves reverberated to the object and back to her feet, sending signals to her brain, letting her know where everything was around her. The only sounds coming from her paws scraping through and across the years of leaf debris that covered the forest floor. Leaving a thin trail of frost wherever her paws touched. Her breath came out in a quick fog as white as her fur. Fur that was like frost, and glittered in the light that shown through the canopy of leaves above her. For that's what she was, she was everything that was cold, everything that was winter and gave you the feeling that nothing would ever be warm and green again.<br/>She finally felt free, and like she could let go. Holly hadn't scented another of her kind for miles around, and cried out a joyous howl that bounced off the trees and echoed around her as she ran for all she was worth, feeling the stress fall off of her with every stride.<br/>After a few more stides, Holly's hackles raised as she skidded to a stop, sliding in the loose bed of leaves. She couldn't see it, but she knew that frost was spreading out on the ground around her, much as it always did when tension was high. She raised her nose into the air and inhaled deeply. Moments later another howl in the distance cried out into the sky. Jumping into defensive position she growled into the air around her.