Breathe In, Breathe Out

So many curiosities, all ripe and begging for discovery, all screaming at Rhen- daring her to indulge, daring her to consume herself with understanding it all, no matter how fickle, no matter how evasive. Every delicate, predetermined step the femme took, beneath her weight the snow took a sharp inward breath, crunching. Aside from that, utter silence in the woods; no breaths of the wind, no chirping of the free avians, no scuttling of the vermin and lesser animus. Only the quiet, careful manner her paws kissed the frozen earth, and the momentary inhale of her breath; aside from the blinding white, the only color otherwise was a deep red of the tree trunks peeking through snow covered pillars. "Oh," so unlike anything she had known.

Was it destiny, predetermined fate, that of all places... Rhen found herself here?