Shadewood Unspoken and Unforgiven

Gwen was not a master at healing, nor did she claim to be - her skills proved enough that she could provide help in certain situations, though the strength of this was undecided. Supposedly, that was better than nothing, and at the very least the prior experience she did have would aid her to carry out the simpler tasks; Cadeau was lucky that she was aware of at least one method to help with frostbite.

The sky was doused in miserable grey, as per usual in the bitter moons of winter, but her gaze did not wander into the heavens - her vision focused only on the figures, one a familiar void of the darkest shadows, and one a chocolate brown, marked with tan. Instinctively the snowbird's eyes lingered a few heartbeats extra on her ebony king, observing as he lowered himself down to sit, vision trailing the landscape; in search of her? He had called.

First she was metres away, then pawsteps, and then she was at his side, shoulder gently brushing against his own in a small display of affection - comfort. Only once she met his eyes for a few, brief seconds did she place her glance upon the stranger, lips twitching in a soft smile of greeting. "Hello,"