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Juniper stirred as a frigid draft of air swept through the mouth of her den. A cold breath blown into the spaced warmed not only by her body, but by the boy she had taken guardianship off, Southeast. She herself lay closer to the entrance, her thick winter coat better developed for the weather than the the young boy's scrappy, thin pelt. Sitting up, the druid reach a paw over to Southeast, pushing a deerskin back in place atop of the boy's body. With a self-satisfied smile, Juniper grabbed a spare skin and added to the pup's covers, and rose to step outside.

The wind stung their eyes as they stepped into the open air. Not even the many trees of the Goldenwood could spare the residents of the rise from the biting wind, although it did help. Taking a slow breath, Juniper struck out into the wood. Ears tuning into the little sounds the surrounded them. The whistle of the wind through bare branches. The shaking of the nearby bushes. The crunch of snow underfoot. All familiar, but not what the druid sought. Nose lifting to the air, Juniper paused and scented the wind. A fire sparking in their eyes as squirrel scent flooded their senses. Angling towards the source, Juniper began tracking.