Heroine

He hadn't really been sure if he'd end up going back up to Boreas after he discovered how pleasant Auster was in the "winter" time, but the beauty of being a roaming nomad of sorts was that he could go wherever he pleased. It didn't seem like whitetail deer were as common in the southern continent as they were in Boreas and while he was certain whatever other prey animal he found would make a fine leather, he was at least certain of what he could do with the deer's hide. He didn't have anything in particular he was working on at the moment, but it never hurt to have some on hand whenever the inspiration struck.

Ruga wandered his way up north, finding himself among a grove of trees that was mostly bare with just a sparse scattering of browned leaves clinging to the branches. There was a layer of snow on everything and he stuck out like a sore thumb with his rich russet coloring and dark blacks. When there was greenery and brush around him he didn't stick out quite so badly, but when all that was gone and he was stuck on a starkly white background he had no hope of hiding. It didn't seem like the deer he was looking for were around here anyway so he just contented himself with passing through the little grove and enjoying the mild afternoon with not a cloud in the sky blocking any of that warm sunlight from hitting him.

"Rûga Amanto"