let me see through your eyes, where there's so much life

@Reek  - for you!! ;*  saena, you're next (unless you want to join this one which is a-ok w/ me)

with cold came change. cold nights, crisp and cool and dark. short days littered with shriveled leaves, their paperthin tips curled in fragile flames of red and yellow. the kiss of winter scarce a few week's away and caiaphas' cache was barren.

the waif, somber as the grey sea behind her, stood a thin silhouette against a rough-faced bough of maple extraction. the wind picked up and the leaves chattered wildly overhead. she felt cold.

the salted wretch dallied then on the borders, unwilling to cross -- for as vile as her comportment was, she was not one to violate the pack's structure. instead she announced her presence with a coyote-bidden yawp, her slender muzzle uplifted to the heavens to join the howling chorus of the squall.