There was something so innocent about snow. Out of all the elements and what could be made out of them snow seemed to be the purest. The white blanket over the hills within the outskirts was untouched, and not ruined by anything vile enough to touch it. With the pitch black night sky meeting the edge of the snowy ground provided the picture perfect feeling of peace. Peace was especially hard to come by for the darkened creature that laid low underneath the massive evergreen tree. Tonight she could have been anywhere. The need to be around her familiar was strong, but tonight she wasn't feeling anything on the witch's end that told the lupine her presence was needed. Quite frankly the she-wolf never thought her charge was ever delighted when she showed up on her doorstep. The Ark was busy tonight with the fights that continued to rage on and although she could tolerate it tonight she simply did not want to be around such a thing. Lately she had been suffering nightmares that had seeped into reality. For the past few days and nights she had been slipping into her feral mind and luckily she hadn't committed such heinous acts. Sure she may have chased two foxes into the perfect fox hole and talked back to a horse â€" who really should be an ass â€" and yet thankfully she hadn't done something she would regret. Raven |