Dragoncrest Cliffs hey, sugar plum, look at where we are

As the days get shorter and colder, Helix finds comfort. The occasional flurry of snow comes along but doesn’t always stick as a preview of what is to come. Trigeda took on a lot more snow than the packs on the coast with humid, salty air but she did well with a thick, northern coat. While her dark fur stands out against the white backdrop when it comes, she has to play her moves just right not to stick out like a sore thumb. 

The sun is high in the sky, heating up her dark fur despite the chill in the air, and she turns the moment another pops up through the thick foliage outside Hougeda. She stares for a long time but doesn’t say anything before turning and going about her business.