Haunted Wood There's a thousand miles between me and paradise.

Set on the evening of January 8th.

"Ciri!"

From the treacherous slopes of Moonspear's reaches, the desperate cries of a mother were lost to the howl of wind. Bellow after pointless bellow of her baby's name, whipped violently away into the whiteout storm that had raged from the night before.

"Ciri!"

She descended into the flatlands, but could barely see inches in front of her. Nyx stumbled along, buffeted by the blizzard and not knowing how to even begin the search for her missing cub. The bitter cold and violent winds tore through her fur, stung her eyes and her ears, but there was no stopping her.

"CIRI!"

Calling her name was useless, but it was all she had. Nyx carried on doing so, her voice muted by the awful weather, until she thought she caught sight of something at the corner of a streaming yellow eye. Head jerked toward the movement, she thought she saw something dark and fleeting, and at once her trembling limbs were carrying her toward her mind's glimmer of Ciri. Into the woods she went, into the welcoming blackness, from which Nyx Ostrega would never return.

"Ciri..."