claimed, set in the Trenches/Shiloh hills but close to the CD boarder...
Winter’s grip was tight and deep, the snow was heavy and the sun distance in a grey sky. It was the point in winter where there was no sign of life afterwards, like it would never end. Bitter winds grew her guard hairs upward, pushing deep toward her skin fighting to chill her to the bone. Turning away from the gust the thin female trudged through the drifts of white powder, leaving the wind to her back. It would be a long way home, but she was whiling to take the round about way to avoid the eye watering winds.
Clutching the dead hare to her chest, her thoughts wandered to the chase and kill. It had been a strenuous effort for a small reward, that she was sure wouldn’t last the journey home. Having set out to hunt for her family’s growling stomachs, Anu began to grow ashamed of the temptation that grew inside. The hare’s lean muscle would fuel her trip, but her determination was stronger.
Speed growing as the snow thinned under pine tree cover, she moved with relief. The ankle deep snow was much easer to move through then the deep drifts of the rolling plans that made the Trenches. It was a long trip to make for a measly hare, but it was better then nothing. Famine had not swept through Crimson Dreams but still in winters hold prey was scarce.
Past the noon hour the sun, shadowed by a thin sheen of cloud, was loosing its high seat. Falling fast, the older fey knew dark was creeping closely behind her. Close to the boarder she began to feel far more comfortable about being out in such wind and cold. Any snow the clouds held had yet to fall, but the scent was heavy in the air. Head down, her brow shielded her from the cutting air stream that had taken to her face again, but left her view restricted to her snow covered toes.
