Shadowwyn Moor It came gently calling

Inkeri stepped from the packlands. Breath frosting in the midafternoon air. The sky was clear and bright, the sun shining upon them. Lulling unsuspecting visitors into the sunny air, into a sense of peace and security.

Then the wind chill cut you through and the air would grow pressurized from the cold. However, docile creature moved through the snow drifts easily. Her sweet eyes tracing along the drifts and rises of the area. It looked lonely, barren, sad. But she imagined in teh spring it was beautiful here.Blanketed in colors that rivaled all things.

She sighed. Her thoughts going to Anja, and Lucius. She was saddened that she had not been able to make any relationships work since them. Bjarna was trying, but the language barrier was an issue, and she had no one and nothing to speak with. Her's was a lonely existence.

She briefly wondered if even the wolves of Kvarsheim would even notice if she just simply disappeared as Sanja had?