Snowforest Taiga mangosteen

Divine intervention! 

When out went one, in came another—and her eyes were locked upon him. This must be why—he must be why. Medusa moved toward the tree line in which he occupied, breathing still heavy from that exchange. 

You, a smile, you will help me, she decided, now striding to bridge the gap between them. But then, midway, she paused—from here, she did not know the way.