Shadewood I went out to the hazel wood

much like saena, the sunspear had been enjoying the splendor of the late summer. dread filled her heart, for she knew it would not last -- soon the season would turn and they would be thrust violently into winter.

with a pluck to her trot the gamine creature mosed through the wood, simply content to survey the terrain. as she did so she thought she heard the tread of another, and most curious the woman made her way to the pale creature.

from a distance even a fiercely cut woman as herself could appreciate saeana's physical appearance and the striking red that simmered in a semi-mask on her features. arunik'ra was compelled to meet this creature, to study her -- boldly she departed from the fern and placed herself directly in front of the wolf's egress. "hail, stranger." she purled in voice thickly punctuated with a rough and foreign accent: "where is it you're in such a rush to go?"