King Elk Forest Bite my tongue, bide my time

It was getting colder each day, the weather giving but simple frost in the morning as gently did it melt as the day continued. The deer too started to be tame as the season was coming, and slowly would the others hibernate for the winter. When she breathed the morning air, the female Deorwine could see her breathe just barely enough, knowing that clearly, a snowfall would be around the corner.

The thoughts of a days before winter elk was also in the air. Slowly over the years has her devotional for the High Elk fall, and even to the point where she has not prayed for him for quite some time- only throwing but a mask to those who pray to him everyday. Show and tell, but inside it's all but a fake lie. However, despite her beliefs fall short, there was a wariness that mixed within when she saw that sight.

White always meant an ominous sign, and days out did Célnes tell herself it was not real- it was but a fabricant of an old story. Disgrace from him so, a curse placed on for betrayal, and may they bring misfortune. A headache brewed as the white wisps flashed in her mind through a history of various of ones, yet all she had been granted was a pleasure.

The scare wouldn't disappear, she wondered if there was a day it all but fall down- even then, there was plans to what she could do next. Always prepare she remembered, for if there was a day her demise may be near, she knew there was no hesitation in her actions. Even if it meant throwing away all the pieces in her way.

A King must be proud.

Laying within the communal den, she raised her head to see who would be joining her for the night that was ahead. It was cold, shivering and so, she would hope that soon the group would all join together in nesting for the harsh days head.