Hoshor Plains out of the ground i rise to grace

Dwin was out again looking for food. For a few days the temperature had risen above zero and some of the deep snow had melted, permitting her to expand her hunting grounds. The idea of organizing a deer hunt, if such opportunity presented itself, had been on her mind for a while. However, each time she returned to Brecheliant, she met the reality of them not having enough of good hunters. Those, who knew the trade, were either too old or far tok few. The rest would simply scare even a lame specimen away.

Still she went out to assess the situation daily and it was lucky thing she did. Lucky for the unconscious young man lying in the snow. Still warm, but curiously motionless. And - he looked familiar too, though she was unable to put a name next to the face just yet. "Hey," she came to stand next to him and nudged his shoulder softly. "Sleeping beauty! Wake up!"