Fairspell Meadow Newts eye, prickle paws, berries and luck

Ash Paw had not been prepared for the snow yet. So it was with both surprise and delight that she stared up at the sky as it fell upon her. White flakes of fluff and ice falling around her face and fur. Alighting upon eyes lashes and whiskers, to chill the calico fur.

She tossed a prayer to Atka, slowly, purposefully under her breath, for it was Atka who was in charge of the new. Of life. It was moments before she realized she was not alone, and it was only on the pleas of a whisper, that she realized thusly.

She turned and met the gaze of another. A medium, muscular thing. With a fur of browns and whites. She dipped her muzzle. 

You speak of the god Amun Ra. Yes?

She didn't know much of this god, only of his origins and that he had once been a god of Air, and then became a god of all in a culture. She had heard his name fleeting in a conversation many years ago.