Snowforest Taiga arenyen

When she felt the presence of the ravens diminish, she took to the skies. Her wings hurt to open fully but she had to climb the drafts, finding a north-facing wind catching between the range and the singular mountain, which funnelled her quickly out along a ridge complete with red-leafed trees.

The open expanse was cold and full of eddies, sending the owl spiraling one way and then another, unable to fight the pull. It was a poor decision to try and fly in her condition: missing a tail-feather, with pieces pulled from her wing and stabbing pains in her back from the ravens.

She called out as the wind petered out, her shriek carrying across the plains; down she went, in to a patch of unbroken snow, which hit her hollow bones too hard. Once the snow settled, she was a black-barred puddle wedged in the ice.