Northstar Vale Under Seven Skies

aw. preferably someone she hasn't met!

Breath pale against the numbing air, she blinked thoughtfully as the frost patiently kissed her face, captivated by the soft, dusty illusions of light that sat heavy on her nose. She adored the snow, more so when it was falling. It was one of those soothing moments that she realized the eve of her third year approached rapidly. She survived yet another year, the first year without her immediate family.
 
Agana couldn’t help but wonder; how were they? Did they think about her? More importantly, did they survive this year like she did? Winters were harsh where she came from, small and frail wolves wouldn’t make the first month sometimes. Her parents were surely devastated by the news of their daughters’ disappearance; she could only imagine the disappointed look on their face, the fear and worry in their eyes as they searched for her; if they even did.
 
Quiet and alone, she padded through the vale, searching for a high peak to admire the navy stain above her; golden gaze lifted to her surroundings, letting the bitter wind brush her warm grey body.