Blacktail Deer Plateau Choosing death in order to live

Wraen did not feel very sad to leave The Sentinels behind. Almost two months at the coastal area had been enough for her to regain strength and once again be eager to be on her way. Their next settlement was located further inland - a forest, which provided shelter from the cold winds and icy rainfall, where there were several unoccupied dens, left there by the past residents in the area. There was a wall of mountains on one side, a freshwater river on the other - a small, safe pocket for the group to reside for the coming weeks. 

In the past few days the temperatures had dropped considerably and one m morning she woke up to witness the first snow covering the ground in a soft, white blanket. No matter, how many changes of season she had experienced, there was always something very special about the first snow. As if all that had been worn-out, bad and ugly during the previous year, was put to rest and hidden to give place for something new, pristine and pure. She walked through the forest, enjoying the fairy-tale like sight and humming to herself. It was good to feel at peace and ease.