Raise These Bones

Drífa worked her way back home to Winterfell with fresh marshmallow nestled snuggly in the rabbit hide pouch that hung from her jaws. Dark clouds were gathering in the sky and obscuring the sun. The smell in the air seemed to speak of a blizzard to come which didn't quite surprise her. Spring was slow to emerge in the north and with the colder winter she had a feeling it would be even slower to fully bloom this year. She worked her way to the S.S. Antiox where she'd set up a small den inside the strange, metal cave. It lifted into the horizon, a dark shape incased in ice. Snow and ice clung to its frame but she knew it would be warmer once she'd gotten inside and settled on her deer pelt bed.

Claws clicking on the metal she slipped inside and made her way to her room where she dropped off her plants before wandering back into the hall and heading for a storage area where there were a number of jars and tins.



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