Faces in the Crowd

Tempest sat, waiting for the perfect moment to use up all her energy. Perhaps a hunt? Or a run? But later, now she was busy. "Yes, good idea." green eyes looked up to the sky, where a gentle snow had begun to fall.

"Come to my den? It's warmer there." The misty fae motioned toward the entrance, hidden by shadow. She had stocked the den with various furs, it made quite a nice sleeping place now.