Strange sights

She had lingered here, in these woods. They were safe, shrouding her from the outside world while she recovered from her journey. Her encounter with Mithras' daughter had left her feeling strangely. Now, she caught the scent of someone else. There was a faint odour of milk, carried by the young. A lost pup? Gods above, that was not good. Trailing along, nose to the ground, she sought out the youngster. It was far too cold out here in the dark for a child. Overhead, the spirits were making their voyage across the sky. This happened a lot this far to the north. She was warmed by the sight, every single time.

There was a tiny glowing thing in a snow bank. Gods, what was that? Wariness bade her keep a low profile. The scent was strongest here. Had she tracked down another spirit? They seemed to run rampant in these parts. The three headed spirit with the ravens, and now a glowing child spirit. She could see from even here that the tiny thing was trembling with the cold. Fuck it, what did she have to lose? Muscular limbs would push through the snow, forming a path towards the creature. "Дојди, малку. Тоа е премногу студено за вас овде." She rumbled, jaws parting carefully in hopes of lifting the child out of the snow. No doubt it was too frozen to walk. Hot breath streamed across the top of the celestial child's head.

Raising her head up above the snow bank, she made sure the child was not going to touch the snow. No need to get her any colder than she already was. Gods, this was not a very young thing, apparently. There was a density to her and hinted at age. Regardless, the child needed help. Plowing through the drifts, she made her way south through the woods. It was less snowy there, and that was where she was currently holed up. The roots of an ancient tree had been unearthed during a storm, and hollowed out by another creature. It made for a warm spot to rest. Moving through the darkened woods, she felt the kid swinging to and fro between her jaws. The chill of her tiny body was evident against her tongue, and she hoped the heat of her breath was warming at least her scruff and back.