Sunset Valley creatures of a brief season

@Ulf

The druid trekked into the territory with a whisper at her back. She could hear them on the winds – the spirits – calling her to delve further. Seafret moved with grace for one so young. Each stride of her limber frame was met with a swagger of her shoulders and a bob of the delicately curled tail at her rear. The great seer listened well to their bidding; she had known it from birth.
 
Moving at a steady pace, the streamlined female delved into the slopes of the valley. The rise and falling of the terrain made for easy work, as the druid was well into her prime. The voices beckoned her deeper and she stopped where it appeared a large glacier had cut into the land. Seafret drew in the unfamiliar scents of the territory that she had found. Her ghostly argent gaze drifted over what was beyond the stretch of rolling fields and into the depths of the wilderness. She had arrived.