November arrived with the kind of cold that settled in and meant it.
Not the cold of October that came and went, letting you believe summer was still somewhere nearby. This was the real thing. Frost on the grounds in the mornings. The northern tree line is bare now, the birds long gone to wherever they went, the branches standing against the sky like something written in a language you could almost read.
Eli loved it.
He had never experienced a proper winter. Ashveil's winters were mild, like those of border towns situated at low elevations, cold enough to require a coat but not cold enough to alter the fundamental nature of the world. Silver Moon territory's winter was different. It came down from the mountains with intention, and the pack grounds transformed under it, and Eli moved th
