Wild Berry Meadow Losing Time

The coal-dark wolf sat down before her, quite clumsily, her mind added. Quixote. She attached the name to his face. He seemed - different, were he to be compared to others she had known. At his words, a wry grin crossed her features, a small chuckle accompanying it. "I don't know if I would miss it, or cherish the fact that its gone." Blatent, nearly contemplative words. The winter had shielded her from others, hiding her from their sightlines, yet it had also made her ribcage more prominent then it had been since she was a newborn. 

Winter was always more gentle in a pack, the long nights less lonely when filled with comaraderie. It had been two winters since the last time she had watched snowflakes fall from the warmth and safety of a den. Images of her family swept through her mind before darkness spread over them like a blanket of fresh snow, stopping her before she saw images of nature's aftermath. Anger, as small as a single blade of grass - yet sharp as a bobcat's claws, speared through her. The world could be so cruel.

His question sparked a train of thought, also managing to pull her out of the thoughts locked in the recesses of her mind. Was she new to the area? She could not remember where she had been last summer, or even last fall, but she did remember the view from the western mountains- the sparkling of lake rhodney below. A small shrugg, "Kind of? Also, I never knew there was a pack there." Feyre's gold-flecked eyes glimmered with interest. There were a lot of places she had not even known existed until she started to explore. "What's it like?" The fae said, her voice inquisitive.