Snug As A Bug In A Rug

With the change of the seasons, the heat that had mercilessly gripped the lands of Boreas had thankfully given way to cooler days. Since finding that doomed wolf on the cliffs, Seere had stuck around the northern reaches, seeking answers that she can never seem to quite get ahold of. The questions of life drive her to be a hermit, avoiding others as if they carried the plague… which, after the run in with the worm-infested wolf, she is kind of afraid that they might be carrying something.

The land she has chosen for the night is out of the way, covered in ice and snow and as bleak a wintery landscape she could manage to find. Deep trenches of snow line the outskirts of this place and it had taken the small woman some time to carefully clamber out onto the thick bed of ice. She had found a spot near one the submerged trees whose head pokes up through the ice and had quickly set about making a temporary shelter for herself and her companions. As the sun dips below the horizon, Seere sets the last of the branches against the side of her lean-to before quickly making her way inside.

Paunch, her Pallas cat friend had already set out the few furs she carries with her on her travels is currently snuggling with Aisling on them to help keep the little barn swallow warm. The wind pushes against her makeshift home, rattling the branches and leaves hard as it sneaks its way into snow covered her room. Teeth chatter as Seere slips between two furs, burrowing down into the little makeshift nest in an attempt to warm up. Paunch and Aisling shift closer to her, hoping to share their body heat with the shivering woman.

In hindsight, maybe choosing to stay in the cold north wasn’t the best of ideas but, since night is falling there really isn’t much that the small woman can do about it. As she attempts to stave off the cold, Seere finds herself wishes she had a fire but, due to the wind, it had been impossible to get a spark going. Ice coats her lashes as her eyelids drift shut and she thinks of warmer climates, wishing she was there instead of slowly being turned into a pup-sicle up here.

WC: 389
Total WC: 389 / 1500