The priestess shuddered slightly as the wind cut into her face. Winter, harsher than any deity she could ever serve, was coming. Her thick fur, some gift from an Arctic dwelling ancestor, would spare her from the deep cold that came later in the season, but winter still affected everyone.
The chill motivated her, like it did to many others, to find food and restock the caches of her pack. To locate herds that were close to her territory. She scouted the mountains, wondering if they could take anything from the mountain goats. Tricky creatures to hunt, but they could manage it.
Meldresi trotted over to the creek that winded past the mountains and lapped at its waters, flinching slightly at the crisp coolness. She drew her head back, wondering if the creek would freeze when winter came. She was distracted from her thoughts when she heard pawsteps nearby. The priestess turned her head towards the sound, her indigo eyes fixed on the scrawny figure pushing through the wind.
