Inayah lay on the snow laden earth. The coat she wore was large, hood draped over her head allowing only her eyes to peek through from beneath. Her breaths came in misted forms of heated clouds by her flushed lips and cheeks.
Her eyes quietly drifted across the stretch of land before her. It was silent, eerily so. The only sounds that could be heard was her hammering heartbeat and crunching of snow each time she tried to shift about in search of a comfortable position.
Inayah scowled as time passed by and Lycus had not yet shown.
She considered getting up and walking away but he made it clear that she was not to move. Inayah blew out a breath of exasperation and checked her nails for dirt. He had brought her to a field of snow and instructed that she lay on her belly, unmoving, before
