Moonspear but be the serpent under it

spiritualist thread I.

heavy snow drifts consistently from the sky, at some times making it hard to see what is in front of her and forcing praimfaya to slow her gait as she weaves thru the trees at moonspear's base. it is here that she has made a 'makeshift' den of limbs from evergreens propped against a boulder and fallen tree. a collage of pelts from her kills has been collected to make a rugged loose quilt of bedding. though the limbs shed their needles it offers decent shelter against the worst of the snows.

praimfaya can't force herself to burrow in the ground anymore than she dares to climb higher to find a cave. both would offer more warmth but she doesn't wish to share her mother's untimely and gruesome fate.

after waking abruptly she knows she will not get back to sleep and so forces herself to stretch out of her den and trudge thru the deeper parts of the snow. she doesn't have a particular destination in mind though she briefly considers walking a patrol in an effort to clear her thoughts still hazy with the image of linkoln. it is the first time he has manifested into her dreams and the would-be commander isn't sure what to make of it; only knows that it is significant.