Duskfire Glacier You won't find her in your visions.

The morning was quiet - peaceful, almost. Wayfarer rotated a velvet ear in search of twittering birds or rustling branches, but all that nature had to offer was silence. A still-time, where one could reflect on what sort of things life might have in store for her by the time Winter was expected to come to an end.

The calm was interrupted by a voice, shrill as it bellowed from close by. Wayfarer halted at once, hackles erect along her dorsal and tail flagging with the assumption that someone was in trouble. Her gaze soon found the familiar form of Duskfire's coach, alone, and the tension slackened from her to see that she was fine.

"The fuck, Meeka!?" Wayfarer barked, "I almost had a heart attack! The hell is wrong with you?"