Northstar Vale writer

A yawn escaped her—the cold air blooming before her like a cloud and stirring her to inhale sharply, awakening her more as she strode along the length of the borders. Winter had come upon them now, and in its wake, the world had fallen silent. Little life stirred in the freshest onset of the season—most birds had flown to warmer homes to bear the season, and other animals hibernated.

How fun that must be, she thought wryly, the cold air descending upon her willowy frame and all but soaking her to the bone with chill. To simply hunker down and wait for the warmer air to come upon them.

Needless to say, the copper-tipped woman was not a fan of the colder season—likely, mostly, because it reminded her of a looming mountain and a pair of brothers.

Her nose bent downward—trailing the scent of a herd that had passed here not long before. She huffed quietly, wondering when Epoch would bring its promising future to a pack hunt—surely, Arsenio and Tamar considered their children ready to bear witness to such a thing?