Shadewood overcast

@Laroche !

The sun was held like a golden orb in the center of the sky when the snowbird finally ceased to moniter the elk herd, sweeping her ivory gown across the frozen earth and tipping her nose to the wind - it was quiet now, as all were busy engrossing themselves in the daily tasks of a growing pack, each member working hard to maintain and nurture whatever it was they had created; it would be a lie to say Gwen was not proud of them. Most especially of Cry, who she'd been blessed to call her husband.

The empress set off at a light jog, embracing the shivering wind as it whipped by her pelt and whistled to the trees - birds would dance in the clouds, a feather swooping to the ground as soft as silk against the harsh winter atmosphere. The freedom that had welcomed her so generously was not one she took for granted; not when, only a few moons before, she'd been chained and beaten with every last ounce of strength the world desired to plunge her way.

For now, all was calm.