Silver Creek ☁ σοκολάτα ☁

@Lilah

It was early morning when the forest sylph emerged from where her den sat, sliding a svelte figure into the crisp snow and shivering at the cold consuming everything in its path - it was a bitterly chilled day already, even with dim streaks of sunlight reaching thin arms across the creek's expanse. 

Daivya was quick to get moving, aiming to warm her bones with a light scour across the rosings' domain - though she had scrounged most herbs already that had survived the ivory snowfall, the Meladi knew that there was always a chance she'd missed some. Besides, perhaps she might run into another of the wolves who called this territory home, and she wouldn't be against a small chat. The creek was filled with quietude in recent suns.