Redhawk Caldera coigreach ann an tìr choimhich

She didn't often stray near the fringes of the territory, but she found herself here today, and didn't regret it. For soon, she came across a pale sylph, a beauty, with the summer sky captured in her eyes.

Lilitu drew to a halt, smiling, tail waving as she beckoned the woman over.

Hello! she called out, her own bright yellow-green gaze glimmering. It was a cool, crisp time for the caldera, where every sensation seemed heightened (rather than summer's way of dulling it all and sending them all into a stupor). 

Her breath fogged before her, paws planted in the snow. She waited for the snowy wolf to come closer, holding her ground with a pleasant expression set upon her face.