Dragoncrest Cliffs ai na drein au bukajus-de

The sun is high in the sky but blocked by clouds, docking the day by a few degrees. Spending her time in the north helped procure a cost thick for winter but the chill still bites in places she feels it (or rather, doesn’t feel it) most: the tips of her ears, her toes, and the wiggle of her nose. I didn’t mean to make this rhyme.

@Tirgatao is laying with her, some few feet away. They had been talking, mostly about a Trigeda and the wolves still there but have grown into a comfortable silence. When the query goes up, Antumbra doesn’t have to say anything and Tirgatao stands, offers a goodbye, and leaves. Antumbra doesn’t move at first watching her disappear, before howling back for Silkie to find her.