Blackfoot Forest heartvein

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The snow did not phase her. Ciri prowled on through the frozen wilds, her focus with memory of her brief time there a year prior. She'd come with the intention of putting down roots, of settling, but found herself unsuited to such a lifestyle she thought her heart had craved. The swallow had been much too young, she realised.

Since then, she'd better made peace with her past. Her stride was confident in her return, her intention to go once more to Kukutux and her village. Life had been kind to her there in the short time she'd spent with them and she was sure, this time, that her place was among them.

Ciri lifted her gaze and spotted movement through the snowy haze. She paused to regard the rogue, lifting her chin and ears with curiosity. Something else drew her attention away, a low sound from the throat of another - and the dark she-wolf was swift to remove herself from the scene and far from any conflict that may result.