Silver Moraine on track

She set out to the nearby territories, an eagerness to see the taiga more. How horribly she had missed it. She had never imagined herself living a life like this.

Cold and dry, barren lands spotted by rivers and glaciers.

Every bit of it felt like home now. Even the places that nobody claimed, but here she could smell brief markers. In no direct pattern or order. More akin to a trail to follow. A woman.

What was their intention?

She moved along until she spotted her, pale and hale. Beautiful. Truly. The woman seemed to be on the move for something, but Sakhmet would not be surprised if she had been spotted. It was not as if she had done much to mask herself.

She offered a low, warm note.

Stranger women were easier to trust than strange men.