Dragoncrest Cliffs The greatest snowball isn't a snowball at all - it's fear

Once healed, Lilitu didn't hesitate to find herself on the outskirts of Sapphique. If the bear came back, it would get her first. She remained out and present, prey for the taking.

She owed it to them. She'd die for them, now.

She prowled the tall trees of the coastal forests, glancing between those shadows and the plains adjacent. 

She felt that hot breath on her tailbone at every step. She didn't think that warning would ever cease. It would keep her vigilant, always.