NeoCyania

Winter had laid its chilling white blanket over the lands. Every old root, every bare branch rested under a thick layer of snow that sparkled in the sunlight like tiny crystals. The morning air was cold and quiet, only stirred by the steady crunch of boots trudging through the icy wilds. Neo's breath fogged in front of her as she pulled her furred cloak tighter around herself. On her back, her hood formed a warm cradle from which Maple peeked out. Her small nose sniffed the freezing outside and quickly retreated again. Commander Voxidia walked ahead with a crossbow in her hands and a keen eye keeping watch over the surroundings like a hawk. Jemmor moved beside Neo, silent with focused steps, his own weapon slung over his back. Even Neo herself had been entrusted with a small crossbow. As part of her lessons during the past two months, she had learned to wield it. Today, the trio was hunting, following the tracks of small game and deer. The fresh cover of snow had been painted overnight