He wonderings seemed never to cease. Even in the dawning of winter nothing was considered a danger to her anymore. She has lost much and she has come to term with such things. Nakki has been whispered to have returned but Maeve has yet to seek out the woman she knew before. She could never really close herself of to the idea of companionship but as the days grew colder so did her heart. Her trust had been dashed yet again with the woman's disappearance and her once friend was slaughtered in cold blood. The world is cruel and dark; and it is her home.

Iromar was her pack but she was nothing more than a shadow. Still being a shadow wasn’t something she hadn’t grown use to. She is partially to blame, she supposes. She doesn’t go out and eagerly seek the company of others. It offers her no benefit. She cares for herself and has no one else to care for and perhaps this is what she welcomes. There was a time she remembers feeling drawn to another. Confused by conflicting emotions, he came to her side once but has since vanished. Perhaps she is truly mad and only imagined the creature the experience but she is a sane creature and knows her mind buries the past. The past simply harms and teaches…

She curses her minds wonderings as she gazes to realize where she has wondered. No it was not far from home this day. Had she really only gone this far? Maybe one can’t keep their paws from fallowing old tracks. It is serene here… The snow clothes the land in a blanket of downy white and the bank where the water brushes it, is frosted. Perhaps home was cruel, perhaps the world was as well and yet it held so much beauty. A thought she would never be so willing to share. She looked on for a little long before sitting and curling a tail around her paws. Her thoughts roaming, admiring, and yet her eyes fixed on the moving waters.