Under the slope of Raven's Watch was but a beautiful paradise. Viola often found herself underneath them all enjoying it, but as winter was coming, so was the beauty of the greenary. By the time she arrived it was already fall, and so she looked forward to when springtime was here. For now, she was settling comfortably within her newfound den.

Tight to the mountain she found an old tree that had fallen down. Inside was hollow though! It wasn't perfect, but she found it big enough to fit inside comfortably, and because the walls were close, she felt it was easier to contain away from the wind itself. Covering from the snow seemed like a priority, and she found it!

On the downside it was a bit uncomfortable. She though to bring grass inside to make it more likeable, but at the same time now that winter was here, the high vegetation was quite low from being eaten, and would not grow again. Leaves were crumbled, and the thought of prey was in the air.. But she could not hunt something big enough.

Maybe.. She could gather feathers and nest like a bird? Ontop of her hollowed log did she lay in thought.