Blackfeather Woods winter is coming

Instead, Winter had come. Gentle flakes weaved their way through the tangle of trees to dust the surface of the earth. It was all so alluring, and yet, Atshen was not so enchanted by it all. It was cold-- too cold for the child’s liking. Despite the thickening of his pelt, Atshen still found himself uncomfortable with the colder conditions.

Pulling himself from the warmth of Mephala’s Web, the child was greeted with the gentle falling of the snow. A frown quickly settled onto his dark features as he realized what was going on. Shaking himself to rid his coak of the already-settled flakes, Atshen then stalked off into the woods with no particular destination in mind.