Can't Hold Us

Astrid rolled her shoulders. It had been a long ass winter and she was pumped that summer was here at last. She hummed happily as she meandered through this land of death and sorrow. It smelled like that, anyways, but as far as she could see it was deserted. There weren't any interesting herbs so far, and the pale fae didn't really want to den somewhere so... off-putting. Still, it couldn't go on forever and she was content to keep on trucking. The day was hot, having just passed noon, and she sweltered under the full severity of the sun. Still, compared to nearly freezing her ears off up north she didn't mind at all. At least she had a nice, pale coat to hold at least some of the heat at bay. The fur on the back of her neck tickled and she turned to look over her shoulder, suddenly feeling as if she were being watched.