the heavy, recognizable crunch of snow approaches. its haste makes her own heart flurry, wondering if perhaps she hadn't been spared just yet. though her body wants to burst into flight, eve is slow to the turn.

where she once stood alone, a figure darker than even the bark of the pines awaited her. he and the snow are in such conflict that she was surprised she hadn't noticed him sooner. she sits still, blinking once, twice. drinking in the sight of him perhaps may spell her doom, and yet...

unease wanes like the tide. she has not seen this man in her entire life. but she peers at him, her eyes continue to prod and poke for reason. perhaps she should run, but she hesitates.
this is strange, even for the saint valley daughter: but she knew him. yes, undeniably so.

eve gave a giggle as her response. oh, yes. yes, yes. i'm okay... she's breathless as she stands to wipe the snow off her pelt; delicate and devoid of the anguish she'd emerged with. pale gold eyes, coy and distracted, steal another look at the stranger. but sir, forgive me if i am wrong but.. amazed at her own shock, she laughs again. i believe we've met before. in a previous life, perhaps. reincarnation was not taught to the wolves of saint's valley — but who is to say that He cannot weave something as wondrous as this!

eve keeps laughing — perhaps she shouldn't if this really is His doing — shaking her head before calming down. i'm sorry.. i don't know what i am thinking.. a headache begins to prick between her temples, pinning her brows together. ..thank you, sir. what is your name, if you do not mind me asking..?