Cedar Sweep like carillon bells, the house of Augustus rings

Solveig followed the sweet scent of cedars toward a forested area where she might find some salvation in the shade. The scent of freshwater drew her too- and I. The mists of it, the scent of a wolf. 

One who smelled as though she was alone- which appealed greatly to Solveig. In this time of year she longed for the company of men, but found herself drawn as well to a bit of a respite from that yearning, and knew she might find some relief in the company of another woman. 

She ducked her head to pass below a low hanging branch, and felt the cedar tickle her withers. She shuddered, and paused there, when she saw the woman at the river’s edge. In a place as beautiful as this, she thought the woman slightly hallowed; perhaps very worthy of her time. She uttered a soft chuff- kindly asking permission to come closer.