Neverwinter Forest Destiny was close behind her,

She was like a skeleton, however more lively as of recently. Slowly was she starting to move herself out of a den, a promising look, but still a horrifying scene to any that would gag upon. As winter was here, so should a luxurious pelt to follow, as Miriam's was already plush originally, but because of how much she has let herself go, her fur was as thin as a coyote's. She was but skin and bones, her ribs and hips to be seen, and a death upon look of her face.

But even so, Miriam pushed herself out, laying outside of her den.. Starry-eyes looking toward the gray sky, as slight snowfall came falling. She shivered to the touch of snow.