Lost Creek Hollow snow pheasant

The voice came as a shock as much as the cold, and Faun rocketed up in surprise, knocking the top of her head against the log’s top. She gave a short hiss of pain, poking her head out after a second with squinted eyes, blinking several times.

Oh, hello. Came the shy reply, the young woman giving a little smile.

My apologies for that. I have been working to gather herbs before the snows fell. Although.. Her eyes turned to her surroundings, then back to the woman, taking her in as she left her shrouded home, barely avoiding stepping straight back in. She was quite pretty, to Faun at least, and quite possibly to everyone else.

She stood up as straight as she dared, even as she shivered in the new cold across her fur.

I am Faun. Again, my many apologies for the rudeness of not introducing myself. Crowfeather recruited me as a healer.