Iowyn
Dawn light filtered weakly through Silver Crest's perpetual mist as I made my way to Savannah's cabin. The constant twilight of this territory suited my Winter nature, though I could sense how it might wear on those accustomed to brighter realms. Frost patterns swirled unconsciously around my fingertips, responding to my concern.
Savannah had pushed herself beyond reasonable limits yesterday. Absorbing and expelling corruption from three infected wolves would tax even an immortal fae; for someone still adjusting to her newly integrated aspects, it was reckless bravery verging on foolishness.
Admirable, but foolish.
I knocked softly on her cabin door, not wanting to wake her if she still slept. When no response came, I cautiously entered, the air inside noticeably warmer than the
