Jasiri was miserable, but her pride kept her from giving up on her tundra.

She knew next winter would be easier. Her winter coat would grow sooner and thicker, and she would know the tips and tricks it took her half the winter to learn as soon as the weather turned bad again. She desperately needed that extra energy for the blizzards that ravaged the island every few days or so. She was excited for the summer, not only because the snow would more or less vanish, but because she knew gathering more drafts for her herd would be easier. The more bodies, the warmer they would all be.

But spring was going to be the highlight of her stay on these Islands. She couldn't wait to see the priceless face of Bay leader who was stupid enough to assume she wouldn't survive the winter storms. The hellish season was more or less half way done. It could only go uphill from here.

The silver mare stood close to her herd, ears flicking to catch their sounds and the wind's whistling. She shuddered at every brush of the cold air and silently cursed the blizzard that had, thankfully, ended just yesterday. But the wind still bit and howled and never calmed down enough for her to get a good night's rest. Still, she wouldn't trade it for the world.