Shadewood bones blood and teeth erode

maybe gwen could help look for herbs or something? or they could just discuss caregiver-y stuff haha

The ivory empress revelled in the peace of her home, where the birds seemed to sing despite the frigidness of the air, sweet tunes lulling the sky into a sleepy grey - snow would occasionally roll from the heavens to drape the earth in pearly white, allowing Gwen to whisk through the landscape with ease, pelt well-crafted and suited to winter's troubles. It was not simply the life blooming in the keep that helped soothe her harrowing thoughts, but the constant presence of Cry (or, with the new alias he'd allowed her to sip, Raziel). Her husband. 

Ebony pelt built of mystery and shadows, eyes of luminescent ice; he was so wonderfully perfect, and even the whisper of his name had her stomach rolling with butterflies.

Today the snowbird's nose had led her into the path of another, and her gaze wandered over the pale agouti before catching what had drawn her originally this way - the scent of her king, which now she could trace to this woman. Curiousity adorning her features, the Eruna strode forward with a sway in her tail, assuming that this was someone Cry had brought among them. "Hello,"