Shadewood You're lovin' this bad boy sh-

Though the snowfall did not make travel any easier, she still appreciated the beauty of it. As autumn eased away and the snow began to fall the looming idea of new beginnings had became increasingly apparent, and here she is, beside Dreven on their way. Atka found herself staring at Dreven, looking over the way the snow settle on the tips of his fur and the contrast to his dark coat. Her admiration was interrupted though as the scent of a stranger wafted by her nose.

She panted as she slowed to jog, her breath misted.

❝Dreven,❞ Atka called out to him, ❝I- do you smell that?❞

She wondered if it was the stale scent of strangers as she inhaled the brisk air, or perhaps there was indeed someone there. Asking Dreven to confirm it as well would put her mind at ease.