The Heartwood chasing visions of our futures

The days grew shorter, the sun setting earlier each passing day as the seasons changed. They didn't look all that different to Atka though, passing her time beside Dreven, and Heph when she was around. She welcomed the new weather, the snow, and the rain that would follow.

The pale woman took in a deep breath, despite the clear sky and shining sun it was still brisk, cold. Atka appreciated the weather and the wintry air that graced her lungs. It was still today. The Heartwood smelled significantly different as different types of weather passed. While there was still a sting to the scent of this forest, the smog that was present in the summer months was gone.

Atka stopped her small stroll, ears pulling back as she tilted her head up and closed her eyes. She simply lingered in the moment, enjoying the way things felt, the way her fur caught the small stirs of the wind and the meager warmth the sun offered. Sighing again and cutting her moment of bliss short she sat down, overlooking the meadow from the stream that bordered this ash forest, she found herself here a lot.

Her mind always drifted to what waited in the following months. Perhaps they would stay here, or maybe they would seek refuge with the Hildibrandr. The thought alone brought excitement, a new land, a new group, everything new. When she thought of this her mind would trace back to the forest that Dreven had shown her, how beautiful it was. Perhaps they would go there, and she thought of it all, everything tracing back to what the future might hold.