Kildeer Rest Winterkill

suliya froze, her pale form stark against the powdered world as the call reached her ears. it was unmistakable—winter’s wake, his voice as familiar as the frost that clung to her fur. disbelief coursed through her, a sharp chill even colder than the snow underfoot.

what are you doing here? she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, as if the words might vanish in the icy air. she stepped forward, her gaze scanning the horizon, searching for the rogue among the endless white.

her heart beat a frantic rhythm against her ribs, a mixture of shock and something unnameable. he had come to the saatsine lands—of all places, of all times.