Haunted Wood cold cold cold

Jynx’s relationship with the winter season was complicated. She enjoyed it because it was visually pleasing and she loved snow, but she hated cold temperatures. 

Well, at least I have fur.

At the same time, Jynx was feeling a little lonely, but she was used to this feeling by now. Loneliness was one of the feelings she was most familiar with, if not the feeling she was most familiar with. She had been lonely ever since she left her pack to escape her cruel father. Even while she was in her pack, she had little friends, if any. No one really seemed to be interested in her.

Probably because I’m just some strange nerd.

As Jynx wandered the snow-covered forest, she wondered if perhaps someone would show up, and she could have a friend. Even just a small conversation. Anything would help her.