I stop abruptly hearing branches cracking above me, causing a pile of snow to fall on top of me. I shake myself off being careful of my wing. I snort out at the cold air, attempting to push it away. I walk farther into the tree's attempting to make my black coat not stick out as much, but it doesn't change anything.
I rub my wounded wing in the soothing snow, healing it instantly. Feeling rejuvenated I run out into a nearby field away from all the trees. Quickening my pace into a gallop I push myself majestically off the ground. Happy to feel the winter winds around me again I soar around for over an hour before coming back down. I nicker loudly and happily hoping for a sign of life.