It was... beautiful here. The snow, it sparkled so clearly in the moonlight. Accented by the willow trees, it brought a feeling of peace and calm to the Amazonian woman. It was, perhaps, one of the most peaceful lands the woman has entered that has not been the North. Though she would never make her home in a weak land such as the south, she could appreciate the beauty - and she did here and now.

The woman would sit beneath a willow tree, gazing out past the dangling branches, the frosted white of them glimmering lightly in the light cast by the moon.

Locha strode through the snow drifts, the frozen water tickling her belly. Although she preferred her prized element in liquid form, it was quite enjoyable, if not a little more troublesome, in winter. The girl found herself wandering through a snowy forest. The snow on the ground here wasn't nearly as deep as it had been in the open and the trees above looked ready to collapse underneath the weight they bore. Neck craned upwards, Locha wandered through the woods until the scent of another wolf grabbed her attention. Blue eyes looked around, searching through the trees for the woman she had detected. There. Her eyes locked onto a form. Wow she was pretty. From where Locha stood, she could see the woman's face. The silver and gold markings that were on her face were minimalistic but beautiful. Locha took a few steps forward before barking lightly, alerting the woman to her presence.