Blacktail Deer Plateau we're on the edge

aw but maybe @Aliac? :)

Raid has mixed feelings regarding winter. Sometimes, she thinks it is the best season - cold and magical, it bears a strange kind of beauty that she rarely finds in anything else and it feeds her yearning for melancholia. On the other hand, her coat is thin compared to the northern wolves and sometimes, just sometimes, the wind bites deep into her flesh like a dozen icy daggers stabbing continuously. It doesn't help that her headaches seemed to be returning with increasing frequency as winter's peak grew closer and the weather grew colder. Pain and cold, Raid has realised, do not go together.

Swallowing the last bite of rabbit, she disposes of the remains and stretches. The herb cache is looking a bit thin, so today, Raid is looking to see if there are still any healthy plants she could use. She doubts there is but it doesn't hurt to try and besides she hasn't done her daily border patrols yet so she could check for plants during that - it was a win-win situation. Kind of, at least. 

Raid exhales softly, watching wisps of white smoke drift away into the winter air. Dragon breath. A memory flickers briefly to mind, but vanishes just as quickly as it arrives. She shakes her head, disappointed but not surprised and sighs. Quietly, Raid pads forwards, scraping her paw against the ground to leave her scent behind. The hollow feeling in her chest has returned and try as she might to ignore it, it doesn't go away. Instead, it gnaws at her and threatens to devour her from the inside. Let it. You don't have anything else to live for, anyways. No friends. No family. No memories. Why are you even here, again?