Who said food can't also be foe?

After her recent trips to The Hallows and Avalon, Wynter was looking forward to getting to spend a bit of time with her family. As much as she was enjoying her recently found freedom and ability to make trips for certain purposes that didn't mean she didn't enjoy the time she spent with her father and siblings even more. If anything, the time away made her time with her family even better. Maybe the saying about absence making the heart grow fonder was true. After spending some time working on some armor she had been working on for herself, she put it aside so that she could go on a walk with Wylan. Surprisingly, despite the fact that she had never really left the Armada's lands or the territories surrounding it, she had never actually gone further north past the Col. Now that spring had arrived and the frigid northern temperatures were less intense it was a perfect time to go explore a bit.

As they went up into the Gorge, she quickly noticed the way the wind whistled through the valley and how surprisingly green it was through here. Maybe she should be venturing up here more often! However, it looked like they weren't the only ones enjoying this surprising amount of plant life. They moved around a bend in the walls of rock and found themselves face to face with a grazing moose. Her sapphire eyes went wide at the sight of the massive herbivore, her head having to tip back to look up at the large antlers that grew from its head. It had to be twice as tall as her! There was only one of them, but given its huge size it certainly didn't need a herd to be intimidating. "Uh... Maybe we should-" she began to say quietly to her brother, but before she could suggest they turn around and get out of its space, the moose took great offense to their intrusion and made a loud, squealing bellow at them before lowering its head and charging forward with its antlers leading the way. Wynter gasped and quickly jumped out of the way, ending up rolling to the side and back to her paws out of the path of the moose' charge. So much for their peaceful walk!

WC: 383 / 1500

"Wynter Fatalis"