Phantom Hollow Der Winter wird auf den Wangen,

A wood greets her in the southern steppes, an embodiment of ominence, home to shadows and silent as the grave. A colorless place, awash in all shades of dark and grey but never light. 

The Otherworld, or one of the many, feels close in this place. A shiver wracks the sighthound - despite summer's warm touch - and she picks up the pace. 

Silly as it may seem, the midwife has no desire to slumber in this deceased glen - doubts whether she could even manage. 

Ahead, the shadows flicker with movement and the pale hart stops in her tracks. Despite the fear that has suddenly clogged her gullet, Fen dares to call out. 

"'ello?"