Shadewood Ain’t no more dangerous day than Jesus day.

The empress laboured tirelessly during what remained of winter - eager both to assist her comrades and aid in the formation of their ever-augmenting group. Food was precious in the winter's roar, where flurries of frigid snow seemed to mark each breath of a great beast, who curled around the teekon and let a gasp of seething cold upon the land in displeasure.

A summon. The call was one she met swiftly, caught in the midst of a last hunt before starting toward the source, depositing the body of a vole into a cache as she drifted. Ghostly, the eruna's paws seemed to float inches above the surface, coat an alabaster so pale that from a distance, one would only be able to glimpse the deep cerulean of her gaze; a clear advantage during the moons of snow. 

When she emerged from the frosted undergrowth, her crown inclined to the side, plush tail rising and fathomless eyes searching the expressions of those who stood at the keep's borders. She made quick assessments: primarily of their current health, age, and if there was any pack scent on their fur - if they had come from another group, she did not recognise the smells they brought, and pushed the thoughts aside to greet them with a chuff. Cautious, but not unfriendly. "Hello," came the warm voice, soothing amongst the chill. "What brings you here?"