Snowforest Taiga Mind wrapped in darkness

the woman provided no answer. perhaps the taiga was once again barren, and Easthollow would then surely be the next rational destination. "a boy - Sunny." he'd be a man now, he'd already been when she'd vanished. "looks like me." she didn't have much hope that this woman would know him; he was not the type to go without a pack for long, and it sounded as if the woman had very little to do with them. the wind pushed against them again, and her limbs burned with cold where sterling fur gave way to the ugly burn scars that concecntrated along her lower limbs. her tail-tip twitched briefly with discomfort, and she shifted slightly against the wind. in the least, it stood no chance against her thick mantle.