Dawnlark Plains Sea of Green

She wondered if her children would explore this northern taiga. The Night Queen walked through this cold, forbidding land, and was constantly reminded of her children's surrogate father, Bane. He was an arctic wolf, and in her children's blood ran the ice of the north. It had to call to them, in a way.

The prey here, were huge. Yaks, she thinks they are called. She watched a group of them, luckily for them, with no hunger in her eyes, only curiosity. Would they chase after these creatures too?

Her dark indigo eyes wandered around this endless, bitter cold plain, resting for a moment on a wolf in the distance. Would they kill here?