Phoenix Maplewood delicious but with mint

The trees were but little cover for the powder of white landing upon the sweet Aerasha, as she became coated with a sugary snowfall. She travelled without an aim, simply looking ahead, and around, then above and below, for anything to catch her splitted eyes. What a curiousity, as the place seemed so empty, but so full of life as the trees and bushes laid about, hibernating for spring to rise.

Her fourth winter was here, and she couldn't deny, it was in lign with her favorite season. She had a love for the colder weather, finding the heat unbearable- fever inducing even. She couldn't help but remember the times when she was a youngin', and many trips led to feeling overheated, and falling ill. What a sickly child she was, in body in mind many would say, including her own lovely family. How tainted they were, Aerasha remembered.

But how lovely they were.

Just like this forest.

"Lovely lovely.~" Did she hummed in peace.

Her second winter within these Wilds, yet this time her travels are different. Alone she is not, for while she roams without a pack to call her own, there are a few bodies to be with. Antha has given her much in her time here, yet on occasion the red woman wanders away from the small group in search of something to fill their stomachs.

Large game continues to be missing, and she doubts their return until at least spring, when the snow has ceased piling in giant mounts wherever it pleases. Annaliese sticks out like a sore thumb in the winter, despite the lightening and desaturation of her coat. It is not enough, yet she’s made do, catching small prey where she can find; be it hare, frog or mouse.

These forests are not without the neighboring wolves, however, and thus Anna pauses her trek at the hummed tone. Her ears swerve, drifting towards it’s pleasant sound and finding a woman travelling as she did.

It is quite nice, she comments, shifting her gaze towards the barren foliage. Have you seen it during the spring?

"Ohhhh, a beauty in white?~" Aerasha thought outloud as she stared at the redden wolf. What a bright pelt, she thought! Their fiery tones stuck out like a sore thumb as she was drenched in the whiten world, but it felt like a wonderful constrast within her splitten eyes. T'was the first she saw one such as this one, which made the Princess wonder if there was others with such vibrant pelts.

"Noooo, is it pretttyyy?~" She questioning asked the beauty.