Bearclaw Valley remember me,

@Cole if you are up for a thread <3

nestled against the trunk of an old oak, nephele slept.

snowflakes descended, dusting her in a blanket of white while she rest. dreams came easy some days, and difficult others. some days she wished for them and others she did not.

the abrupt twitch of her paws might have suggested that a dream held her now, but in the empty pit of the stormcloud's mind, there was only a void.

snowfall continued, and with it so did the woman's slumber. eventually she stirred, rousing beneath the coat of fresh powder that covered her as the storm softened to an ease of flurries.

there she stood and stretched, head tilting upwards as she tried to gauge if she'd slept for a few minutes or a few hours.