Phoenix Maplewood sweet adieu

Through the thinning canopy, a lone figure emerged, her presence silent, almost spectral against the dying colors of the forest. The warmth of summer had long since faded, replaced by the crisp bite of autumn air, yet the woman welcomed it like an old friend. Each step she took was measured and fluid, leaves crunching softly beneath her paws as she moved with the unhurried grace of someone accustomed to solitude. Golden and russet hues swirled around her in the wind’s gentle dance, their fading beauty reflected in her cold, glacial gaze as it swept over the distant treeline.
For a moment, her expression softened, thoughtful, then hardened again as her mind returned to the purpose that had drawn her here. Yvonne had wandered far beyond the borders of her homeland, crossing forests and forgotten paths in silence, her reasons known only to herself. Whatever had compelled her to leave still lingered behind those ice-blue eyes, a secret waiting for the right moment to surface.