A small bird delicatly hopped from branch to branch in jerky staccato movements. Tiny poofs of mist escaped from her mouth, her breath condensing in the harsh winter air. A minute smile crawled onto her beak as she remembered when she was young, her first winter she had swooped around exhaling with all her might to give the illusion of a tiny feathered dragon. The bird glided to ground level, and scratched at the thick layer of snow, many times as deep as her body. She had hoped to retreive some worms from their earthy home but that plan had been destroued out entirely due to her inability to break the snows crust. Flittering back up to the trees she sang a sweet little melody for her own enjoyment.