Northstar Vale with copper upon your tongue

She found him at the streamside. 

Flashes of white peeked through the foliage, more identifying with the onset of spring and melt of snow, her steps slowing as she rounded a bend and spotted him. 

For a moment, the druid merely observed curiously - drinking in the contented softness of his lean build, the devoted concentration upon the samurai's countenance. It touched some poignant part of her, reminding her of the Fen she'd been named for and the worship she'd conducted there. 

Not wishing to disturb Yuudai's praying, if that was what it was, the midwife began to edge backwards - intending to depart without his notice. 

Yet, the stars had other plans. Her paw rested upon a stick and she stumbled slightly, unable to right herself before her weight caused it to snap. 

Crack.