Gyrfalcon's Keep The winter may pass and the spring disappear

Mist rose with the sun, forming a light halo around the highest peak that overlooked the area. It was well forested with spruce and cedar- bringing with it the promise of deer and grouse. The scent of cool mountain water hung on the air amid the perfume of evergreen, and the ashen figure sighed with relief when she inhaled both the scent of her daughter and her friend. 

They'd left markings along the borders, and her daughter's path had been fresh. She called out, then, to catch her attention, disguising her voice slightly so she might appraise Thyra's form as she approached, hoping to catch her by surprise.