It was cold here. The air had thinned as she climbed through the trees, and at first Edith thought that was why she could see her breath; but no, as the nights came and went, clarity came to her mind. Winter would be here soon—if it hadn't already spidered it's grip through the trees to take hold, that is.
She saw less and less daylight during her hikes and explorations. This was to be expected in this wild country, though. Pine trees crowded around her, or alders missing half their color. In one instance she crept beneath a creaking oak, split by age and time, smelling rotten; and still, the cold lingered.
What could she do, but keep going? There were the less obvious (but more imperative) scents among the overpowering green of everything: squirrel, field mouse, water; something like horses but not quite, and something else — something indeterminate to Edith's nose, as she hunted and studied this wild land.
She saw less and less daylight during her hikes and explorations. This was to be expected in this wild country, though. Pine trees crowded around her, or alders missing half their color. In one instance she crept beneath a creaking oak, split by age and time, smelling rotten; and still, the cold lingered.
What could she do, but keep going? There were the less obvious (but more imperative) scents among the overpowering green of everything: squirrel, field mouse, water; something like horses but not quite, and something else — something indeterminate to Edith's nose, as she hunted and studied this wild land.
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