The Sentinels there lies a leafy island

All around her rose tall, dark statues— erupting forth from the white earth like teeth, though she had yet to understood what any of those things were. They had slipped by her immediate notice, for this Otherworld was an endless expanse; it was all she could do to make sense of that, first. The trees seemed to reach endlessly, up into the nothingness above her. Emaleth fell onto her back as she attempted to tilt back and see their end— she giggled, not yet feeling the cold— and wriggled against the earth.

It seemed that as a winter child, her coat had known to grow in thick, though it would not be long until the cold was too much for her to bare. It helped, too, that her fur was dark and so absorbed the heat of the sunlight.

As she rolled back to her stomach to move upwards, back into a seated position, the form of a stranger— large as the Bringer— emerged from the blanket of white. "Daaa?" little Emaleth queried aloud, yet unable to discern the other's scent, and that his coat did not match that of the Bringer's escaped her understanding. She took a clumsy step forward, towards him. Surely that was what the Bringer wanted, if he stood so far— to lure her deeper into the Otherworld, that he might show it to her. Had he wanted her within the den, he surely would have taken her there in the safety of his jaws!