Nightfall was quick to approach the horizon, and before the darkness of a winter's night completely veiled the land in shadows, the young Amara had made ways to a very accustomed structure that was not too far away from the heart of the Tribe lands. The snow fall in the lands were tapering, falling at a heavenly silence. The snow that had already blanketed the ground was quite deep, and Aidan had found himself having to be a little more agitated than usual with crossing through snow. Her equine was capable of conquering plenty landscapes, but snow of all thigns was one that was not often encountered, and a little tricky at first. Yet, it was as if Aidan himself had been in haste himself to return to a familiar place of his reverie. Coming to a point where her cabin was in view, Aidan didn't hesitate to halt as he picked up pace toward the structure. Her wooden abode had never looked anymore tempting than it had before. She could see that the lumber made to build the somewhat mini cottage of her own was still sturdy and standing strong, despite the snowfall that had collected on the roof and plenty more movements of erosion from wind, water, snow, ice, and sun.
Arriving at the foot of the door, the red she-wolf had leaped off the back of Aiden, patting him on the neck gently. "Didn't think we'd see this place in awhile, huh?" Asha spoke to him with a smirk, in which Aidan had only given a soft snort of agreement, or who knew what. Not wasting anymore time to stride to the foot of her door, Asha unlocked it to where she strode right in the front entrance. Instantly did the cold air of the house rush past her, prickling her fur. The atmosphere in the cabin actually seemed colder than the outside, if that made any sense. The bland smell of dust and stagnant air was present, but everything had still remained in its place before, like always. The table with the chair, the recliner, unfinished decorations here and there, unfinished weaponry and steel parts scattered about. It was like walking into the past, all over again for the second time. Her body instantly hurt for the feel of the soft recliner, but knew better that she might as well begin constructing up one of her old weapons again. Why, if she was to be a warrior, then she needed to have her equipment in tip-top condition, right?
Asha had picked a spear she had been working on, and strode back outside. Aidan was trying to salvage what he could with grains and hidden grasses beneath the snow that were frozen or dead. There was a small dugout of a fire pit not too far away from the entrance of the cabin, and removing most of the snow that buried it, she was able to start a decent flickering fire with a couple of spare logs she had around the back. Gravitating toward the warmth of the fire, she sat upon a rock as she began configuring around with her spear weapon; mainly tying multicolored feathers to the base of it that had fallen off previously. Aidan had stuck close to the fire as well, and Jaya had remained quite mute of himself through the whole ordeal.
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