Wisps in the Willows

Rœkia and Lukina worked their way southward before turning west to cut through the center of Boreas. They'd stopped in the Weeping Woods for the night and when morning rose Rœkia went off to go hunting, leaving Lukina at the makeshift den site. She wasn't content to just sit inside all day so she followed her arctic fox companion, Magnolia out of the den to go learn about white willow bark. She followed along, tail wagging an admiring the sunlight glinting off her companions silver horns. She'd seen several horned wolves since coming to Boreas and she thought they looked so regal.

The little fox stopped near one of the willow trees, reaching out a tiny white paw she tapped the tree. "This is a white willow here. Note its look and its smell." Lukina gazed at the large tree before standing on her hind legs and running her front paws over the rough, grayish bark. The tree was flowering though with the cold weather the blooms were incased in ice. It was both beautiful and sad to see the sunlight winking through the ice encased flowers.