Fox's Glade Wisps of Red amongst blanket white

I'm going to stay vague about whether Reverie joined Kvarsheim or not for now.

If she could only stop getting lost in her own head, the girl would never have left @Bjarna's side. Sometimes her mind wandered, though, and so did she. She always came back. Except when there was a fire.
There was no fire here, and the girl in the reverie could not imagine there ever would be. It was so cold. She liked the cold white water, though. She was dancing and stomping through it like a child when she stumbled into the path of the black and red wolf. She hadn't noticed him at all. Now that she had, though, she was noticing a lot of things all at once. He was big, much bigger than her, and he had an ugly scar. And he smelled like those wolves.
She tucked her tail and went low to the ground. These trees didn't smell like him. They weren't his trees. He wouldn't hurt her, right?
She suddenly very much wished she hadn't left Bjarna.