Firefly Glen Heat Waves

Ruenna drifted across the valley, snowy and silent, and she grew incrementally more chilled with every footfall away from the Ouroboros Spine. The fact of the matter was that the valley was warmer in temperature than the mountain, and so perhaps it was the lonesomeness in Ruenna's soul which was chilling her from the inside-out.

She crossed paths with another late-night wanderer. The moonlight dazzled the monochromes of his pelt, deepening the midnight hues and gleaming from the bright whites. Ruenna lurched by him with her limping gait, offering him a quick, "Lo' traveler." Noticing his gaze was upon the stars, she paused, adding, "It's a pretty night, isn't it?" Unless he spoke in return, she would continue on her way to... wherever it was she was going. She had no plan, at this point.