know your place

Snow flitted into the cave relentlessly with strong winds whipping past the mountainside. The cold air licked at every inch of the shelter, chilling the walls to feel as if they were ice. Materials, hides, and herbs were scattered along the cavern's floor. What was once a small make shift fire was completely out and ash littered the earth in it's place. At one point this had seemingly been the perfect spot to hide from the elements and others but now there was a thick air of  chilled isolation.

If one listened closely enough they could hear soft bursts of teeth chattering. In the back of the cave, wrapped within all the pelts she owned, a small fae was curled up hiding from the storm outside. Shalla was not from the North, she was born and raised in a tropical climate. Being a Wolf she obviously grew out a winter's coat but it just did not seem to be enough for her. Just hours ago the weather had been calm. There was wind and snow, but nothing of this sort. She hadn't a clue of what to do other then lay in waiting...