Redsand Canyon you fall through the trees

To be able to peer at him properly, Aure had to swing her head about and put the entirety of her riddled masque on display. Before, it was a reserved action of her choosing; something poised and unassuming when in the company of others. Now — now it was a necessity, and one she took to sourly.

A necessity that made her seem all the more indecisive, grazing doe that Athansius had quipped her to be. She still smarted at that, as she did now; and the longer she looked at this hulking mountain of snow, the more her jaw set with stubbornness, and the more she was loathe to acknowledge to him.

Hers was a story that, time and time again, had exhausted itself in its telling. She tired of sharing it, and would favor to write an entirely new one with the three wolves at the forefront of her heart and soul; wherever they went, if such a day came, she would follow without hesitation. If they wanted to roam the world, she would chart the way for them.

For everything in her, Aure prayed that this would be as much of a path that she and this stranger crossed ...was what she would want, if she were as cold as the north she’d been born of. But, instead, she gave a grump of ”Excuse,” while shouldering on by him and continuing her half-stumble, half-scuffle down the crags into the canyon.