Hushed Willows No place like home for the holidays

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Her wandering had brought her far, and not since her encounter with the silver woman had she met another. winter had come, that subtle shift in the seasons heralded by the frosting of snow. she had come across this place but a short time ago, travelling parallel to the border in the quest onward, and yet she had not simply bypassed it as she had the other borders  she had come near. something about the bare willows, the crisp scent of a distant sea, had her gaze flitting in the direction of the territory more than once.

Finally she huffed, stilling her paws and seating herself demurely. only a moment later did she life her muzzle and let out a melodious call for the leaders of this land, lithe form still as her muzzle dropped and her faded chestnut optics peered into the willows, curiosity glinting in them at whoever might present themselves at her summons, if anyone.