Wapun Meadow An owl in the closet

The meadow had quickly become the Kali's safe-ground, a sanctuary where she could comfortably spend the days stalking the frosted stems in search of prey. Truth be told the field had little to offer in terms of shelter, and so, when night gripped the land, Simatra would retreat to the treeline and wait out the dark.

Morning dawned cold and dreary and the golden nymph remained within her makeshift den for a moment longer, contemplating the day ahead. The young boy had offered her a visit to the Willows which she had dutifully declined for now, but perhaps she could scout there in the days to come. For now, though, she emerged from the brush at a steady lope until she reached the creek, huffing in slight anxiety as she saw its most shallow sections frozen solid. Fishing would be a challenge today.