Temperatures dropped far below any of them would have ever desired or expected. The snows came hard and heavy, cutting them off from much of the world. Bright iron colored eyes looked over the world around him, taking in everything like a crisp breath in the winter cold. He had been born in a tundra, the cold was a blanket of comfort on his heavy coat, but that did not erase the dangers it brought with it.

Tithe’s concern was for his pack and those who dwelled in it. He watched quietly while dangers shifted both within and outside the protective fencing of the forests. His silence continued as he stood guard over a woman who had nearly ended his life. He breathed a heavy sigh; his breath clouded up around his face in thick wisps. Burrowing into his thoughts, he walked the snowy, but warn paths along the accessible borders of Taviora. Though the snows and blizzards had fallen heavy, the guard’s continued travels along these paths kept them reasonably packed.

With each step it seemed another thought crossed his mind he needed to give attention to. There were wrong that needed to be right, but there was grey that could not be washed white. His heart saddened at the memories and concepts that started to follow him. He wondered what Pandora would have to say about all of this. Her methodical and logical outlook on the world sometimes confused him. At other times he welcomed its complex simplicity.

Silver ears twitched at the call of the Goddess. The silver knight raised his own voice to answer her as he changed direction to meet her. A pleased grin momentarily crossed his face and he diverted from the packed path, jumping a few times into the deep fresh snow. Winter was truly his favorite season. It brought his heart alive.

By the time Tithe approached Zelda, his coat was thoroughly flecked with snow, but he approached a dignified as ever. He knew there was a seriousness in this conversation with many hard questions and answers. My Lady. He greeted the Alphess with a respectful bow of his head. Had the snow been a little less deep he would have settled himself into his typical pose. As it was, he would have likely completely disappeared in its depth. Patiently, he waited for her to lead the conversation, often a man of few words.