Deepwood Weald Little weasels with tails of white

Though winter had not fully gripped the wilderness its cold still settled over it with a chill that Heph found pleasant. While she was looking forward to setting out she was finding the activity of exploring around the area enjoyable as well, there were plenty of secrets to be found through more careful inspection after all and the added benefit of lingering in one place was occasionally running into those acquaintances who also seemed to remain tied to a specific place even if their tether was rather long.

When she sensed the presence of Rodyn she smiled and altered her path, keeping her steps quiet in case he was on a hunt but curious to see him once again. For conversation if nothing else, but perhaps the ermines had shed their summer coats and would be able to provide him the pelts that he needed and her a meal if they were both lucky. "Rodyn, what a sight for sore eyes." When she finally recognized his pelt in her field of vision she called out to him, there was a wide openness to her laugh as her maw stretched over the words that belied the joke but she was genuinely glad to have run across him.