Wild Berry Meadow And that's called jazz!

After her time with Howl, Star had head south. New ideas had been planted in her mind which she could not shake, much as she tried. The warrior was not yet ready to return home- because when she returned home, there would be questions to ask, meetings to hold. Quiet things. She had little hope for the future, but still some small part of her held the belief that the impossible was possible, that Howl could represent her future, as short as it may be. 

The wind buffeted her thick fur as she traveled; snow made its home on her nose and eyelashes. Though wholly unpleasant, she could not claim she was unused to such things- she had lived many a day in the north. Though she was chilled to her bones, she breathed in a bittersweet nostalgia for the past. 

Soon, dark eyes caught the sight of a moving figure just ahead. Unlike Star, he stood out plainly from the snow, despite the amount of it settling on his back. Curious, and never one to turn down good company, she offered a gentle chuff to catch his attention, while she continued to follow albeit at a much slower pace.