Dawnlark Plains From the scars on my arms

She watched as Rala settled close by, somewhat disappointed not to be able to steal her warmth. Resting her head in the snow, she soon curled into herself and drifted into a light sleep.

Come the morning she would wake before the healer, taking her exit with a quiet sort of grace. Injured or not, Calfuray was never one to stay put. She spared the snow woman a brief glance as she went.