Wild Berry Meadow You will know you're reborn tonight

Dawn brought with it the winter chill and cold sun - a light dusting of new carpet upon previously recognizable tracks as it had begun to snow again. The fae cared little for the cold, with her thick winter coat and the endurance of a faerie queen. She noticed only later that she'd traveled farther than intended, but it was no matter really. The saints had been quiet, much like the entire world that seemed to slumber in these months.

She was enjoying the scenery for a bit, having already caught her meal some time ago, now looking for something else exciting. It was then she spotted a wolf similar in stature with the coat of a starless night. Greetings. The fae woman called when in earshot of the other.