The previous night had brought Fyri their first deep snowfall of winter. It had been common in the northern parts of their homeland for such things to happen, but only rarely had Sephira experienced them herself. As such, she had spent the better part of the morning playing in the snow like a pup. She had pounced into drifts and dug out snow dens, made wolf shaped imprints on the ground and knocked her weight into young trees to see if she could get clumps to fall. It was exhausting, useless work, but at least she was having a good time.
When in such moods, she usually sought out her brother. Now that Souzan had joined them, she had options. Either would do, so with that in mind she turned away from her play in search of someone to drag in with her. The forest around her was a winter wonderland, sparkling and glittering beneath the pale winter sun. Aside from bird song the world seemed quiet, as if deafened by the drifts around her. She made her way somewhat aimlessly towards the heart of the forest, hopeful that she would at least turn up someone willing to entertain her.
