Wild Berry Meadow if that is what you need

after her examination of the blackberry bush is through, praimfaya starts down the trail of her choosing again; careful to avoid the scrape of the reaching limbs of the bushes that would soon bear fruit, the soft snow crunching beneath each step she takes. it leaves a light dusting of white upon the meadow that makes praimfaya miss warmer weather. she is ready for spring ...for summer. for the promise of what will come.

the short howl sounds, immediately derailing the train of thought that praimfaya has allowed herself to get caught on; capturing the commander's attention. her footsteps falter to a halt and her head swings 'round to glance over her shoulder at the woman who trudges thru snow dusted meadow towards her. there is no recognition for the woman as the commander turns to face her, frostbound gaze careful.

was this one of the wolfeaters? it cannot be ruled out, praimfaya knows.

hei, wanheda greets the stranger with a slight lift of her chin; a subtle warning that while her company is presently welcome some distance should remain between them.