Sun Mote Copse and my whole earth shook

A hum crossing her lips, the gilded woman glances behind her. It's strange, the way that a quiet forest could make you feel so watched. She reminds herself that her troubles have been left behind. If she is to be followed, she no longer feels there is reason to fear it.

Head forward once more, her paws skip ahead only to stop beside a particularly fat tree. Here she will wait for Nasamiituuq to catch up. Laying to groom herself she let's her mind fade to fantasy.

She hopes for the warm months to come quickly, for the Summerwalkers to be formed once more - even if here it may be different. She will teach other's of their ways, raise children under the light of the sun. No longer will there be reason to fear.