Phoenix Maplewood And I never like to admit that I was wrong*

A cool wind blows in from the north and with it, a slow drift of snow from the sky. The first snow of the season, in fact. It passes over the glacier and heads south-east, directly in line with Phoenix Maplewood. By mid-afternoon, flakes are falling on the skeletal treetops of the wood, which only recently shed the last of its leaves, and the residing pack's alpha female looks skyward as one lands squarely on the tip of her nose.

She has been stalking a porcupine for the last half an hour, but she pauses to take in the dim clouds and the light snow falling. "Hello again", she greets the sky with a thin smile. She's only lived through one winter and it was an unpleasant one. She wordlessly hopes that this one is better, but Saena is at least wise enough to know not to bet on it. Whatever her feelings toward Lasher currently are, the druid was rarely wrong and he had predicted a harsh winter, so she mentally prepares herself for that.

She huffs a breath gently and watches it curl briefly in front of her lips before disappearing. It isn't cold enough yet for it to blow away like smoke, but the faint wisp is there all the same. The wolves couldn't escape winter forever, no matter how they deny it, but it can't be allowed to put their lives on hold. She marvels at the first snow, growing stronger by the minute, for only a moment longer, then begins to move again along the porcupine's trail.

@Ukko

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