Bramblepoint Thorns no Rose

aditya wandered from the caldera into the snow, down, down, into the lands beyond. the thick forest lay beyond, and he forged into it, finding relief from the blinding flakes blocked by the trees. deeper and deeper into the thicket, he found relief.

and he found a pair of wolves, and chuffed their way, head lifted.

one brown, one cream.

what brings you here? the old ambassador calls ahead, chin lifted.

shelter? prospect? home?