Shadewood but we go where we want to

Much of the life within the keep had survived the bitterness of winter, and plants curled their green tendrils around the bases of looming trees, frozen but alive - ribbons of colour amongst the blinding white. Gwen's body hung low to the snow, feeling the ice tickle her belly; they were close to the burrows, and she'd been aiming to track them regardless of her shadow king's presence. It gave her a burst of energy at his arrival, though, spreading new warmth through her muscles to melt through the chill.

A rustle.

Ivory ears cupped forward, nose twitching as she stilled - she was listening to the sounds, breathing in the scents that flooded her senses; a couple of rabbits lingered outside holes in the earth (where even the snow had been pushed aside to make way for the living), and the ice queen was observing every shift of their paws, every flick of their swift ears: rabbits made good prey, but they could be fast and could better hide in the undergrowth, or leap into the safety of a small den. The easiest kills were made with a rush of quick paws and a snap of eager fangs. But one had to be wary of timing, else they might end up with only dirt under their claws.

Gwen tipped cerulean eyes toward Cry, gesturing with her head - when she moved, she expected him to do the same, bursting from their cover to grab a rabbit's body before they realised what was occuring... when she was sure he understood, she turned back toward the shuffling bodies and waited for only a few silent heartbeats.

Then she sprung.