Windows to the Soul

Fable didn't like to stray far from her siblings, but she'd seen a tiny field mouse scamper by the den entrance and couldn't resist. If she could catch it maybe Sparhawk would teach her how to transform it in their den fire! She'd watched things go into it and then come out different before - trees, leaves, sometimes scraps of meat. It wasn't too long before she lost track of the mouse. All this snow made it impossible. The snow made her feel small in a way that she hated. Unlike Soul, the endless white just made her feel frustrated. The tracks of prey disappeared as soon as she spotted them and their scents were even harder to pick up once the winds blew. All she could smell was cold, cold, cold.

She continued on nonetheless, hoping she could pick the trail back up soon. What she found wasn't a field mouse at all - it was another puppy. She knew there were some others scampering around but Fable didn't recognize this young man at all. "Hello?" She said, trotting up to him and shivering just a bit. "Didja see a little mouse scamper by? Or like, anything at all?"