Bramblepoint all you have is your fire

if you're interested! aw otherwise.

dawn was grim. the clouds hid away the sun so only the most dim of glows came from above. within the fringe of the bramblewood rested zharille, who roused with a grunt and took the time to stretch her sore body. she had slept well, but she had done so against the roots of a tree that left her aching in places.

as she shook her coat out and felt the reaching pop of her shoulders, she looked for the boy (@Dagur); the scent of another wolf - a familiar one - came to her within moments. without waiting she cast her chin up and crooned a note for @Ensio - the man who she had seen on the ice.

perhaps she was only tasting a fading dream.