What happened while she was gone? Gwendolyn had been dumped here in Mythris for the second time, tumbling a little while ago from the sky and landing on her stomach. Muscles and bones were still sore from the crash, but she still tried to get to her feet. Worried eyes looked around at the dark world, a thick and heavy cloud cover all across the sky.

Winter had still kept its hold on the continent it seemed. What caused this sudden transformation? The red wolf began to move through the dead brush, what was once golden now nothing but dark brown beneath a blanket of white. Prey was scarce in the area, possibly everywhere. How were the packs of this land fairing? Another thing to worry about if she was to survive here. Gwen kept her march though, determined to find someone that could give her the answers she sought.