Rising Sun Valley Dear Fellow Traveller

@Louis the Blue c:

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When had she become such a desperate thing? So frail this wind would ground her, and the world, with its thousand variations of hardship, was full of much more than fellwinds. She was a solo wolf, in title alone that drew into question the length and breadth of her future. Both exhilarating and terrifying in turns, the latter prevailing as she fought to push her way beneath a churning iron sky.

It had been years since she’d seen a proper white-out, but she could remember her father’s instruction to wait out the storm. And so when senses failed she squandered no time, but sought the earth with her nose, pushing through veils of piling snow and pitching into the narrow opening of an abandoned fox burrow.