Chimera Fields there's frost on every window

@Cry (and anyone you wanna bring along lmao)

The sunset coated the canopy above in vibrant hues of vermilion, illuminating the fields and the delicate curves of Gwen's features - her eyes sought the sky, squinting against both the shrouding darkness and the sliver of gold light that peaked the last few rays between low clouds. The snow queen's stomach was still laden with the weight of her guilt; many things she had crumbled, but departing with those on the glacier had occurred so suddenly that her mind was swarmed with queries - could she have brought the news in a different way? With a gift in her jaws, perhaps? No, the lack of her presence would be felt regardless (her assassin was correct, wasn't he?) but it filled her with naught but shivers like acupuncture needles down her spine. Winter would be harsh on the wolves of ikkanattuk if their members ceased to rise.

A soft wind simmered over her pelt and rushed beneath her belly - it was frigid and bitter, a vision into the coming months. Snow had fallen in previous days, dusting the lands of the teekon in icings of white; this day was simply polar, devoid of all but chilled gusts of air and the whistle between branches.

At the very least, Gwen was covered in a thick coat of white - plush tail swaying at her rear with each step she took. It warmed her enough (though her breath still misted into the air as frosted clouds), but this was not what her mind longed to ponder... where was he?