Hushed Willows hunter's seeker

sivaak moves through the snow with the steady force of a battering ram, her broad frame cutting through drifts that might slow lesser wolves.

the blistering pace she sets is not for the weak, and she does not turn to see if the others follow. if they are strong enough, they will; if not, she has no need for them.

for now, sivaak moves. the snow and ice are all she knows, and in their harshness, she thrives.