Souna was standing on a large balcony. Her hands clutching the stone balustrade, her naked body wrapped in large grizzly fur as she breathed the cold winter air that early morning. The room behind her remained in the shadows and silent, while the Yahurian was unusually still asleep, as well as the child.
She, on the other hand, had been woken up by a nightmare that she could not quite remember much about, except for the obnoxiously familiar dread that had invaded her the minute she opened her eyes. Shivers running down her spine and making it impossible to go back to sleep anymore.
So, she had stood up and headed outside to the adjacent terrace that overlooked the southern mountains, staring mindlessly at their hazy silhouettes on the horizon, until the first light had started revealing
