Lillie
Upon opening the doors, Feyre was surprised to be met with a full face of snow blowing in her face. She had only spent two nights within the castle walls and already forgotten it was filled with snow storms. The wind was so strong however, it nearly knocked the poor girl over when she took a forced step forward. The adrenaline that was still pumping in her veins was starting to wear off by now; which was causing the pain of her bad leg to pinch more and more with each step. Though, the pure blood bit down on her lip and did her best to power through it. Feyre's tear stained face quickly grew frigid while she lingered out into the open wilderness, she was unfamiliar with the land but knew that she was headed into some sort of forestry- given by the dark oak branches that popped up from the blanket of white snow.

The snow in question was rather thicker than anything the girl had ever seen. Feyre was used to season cycles when they came around in Alynthi. However, here, she was almost knee deep. Nevertheless the human trudged on and made it up a small hill before taking a moment to catch her breath near a large, thick tree. It was odd to see leaves still present on its branches. Feyre, still panting from exhaustion, took one last look back at the castle behind her. Although she wasn't too terribly far away, it was enough to give her time to plan her next move. She just hoped that the king wasn't hot on her trail by now..

Swallowing in the cold air, Feyre grunted as she pushed herself up from the tree. She hugged herself tight to try and gather some warmth around her given that all she had on was a silk thin dress. And as she fought with the gusting winds, her eyes squinted forward to look for a path beyond. Feyre wasn't quite sure where she would be heading but knew she had to try.
Mark
The bitter winds slashed against Feyre's face as she made her way out of the castle and into the wilderness. As the human looked back, there was no sign of Alyus just yet, but one shouldn't doubt an ice bear's speed in its natural habitat. When Feyre began to push deeper into the bitter cold wood, only the sound of the cold winds would fill her ears. Not creatures nor just nature in general. Just wind. The deeper she went, however, the darker it seemed to become. Tall shadows began to envelop the small human, and as trees began to surround her, the wind seemed to die down ever so slightly, giving way for new sounds to enter Feyre's ears.

The hoots of an owl above her may have brought comfort, but the owl seemed to take off and dart in another direction. Those shadows cast by the tall pines around the human almost seemed to move, and just under the sound of the wind a low growl or perhaps better described as a gurgle seemed to reach Feyre's ears. Moving shadows darted on either side of Feyre behind trees, and these shadows seemed to move with great speed and chaotic movement, but with each movement they only drew closer to the human. The close they came, the louder the growls became. Out of the corner of Feyre's eye, she may notice what looked to be a *Tendril* Of sorts, glowing blue and almost beckoning the girl toward it.
Lillie
Blowing hot air into her palms, Feyre limped onward. She hadn't quite realized that the day had already gone by so quickly, and now night was creeping in. The human kept her eyes alert while she moved in deeper into what she so innocently thought was just a normal, dense, forest. However the more she observed the tall swaying trees that so graciously kept the wind from entering the belly of the ground bellow, the more she came to see that these trees seemed so much more... *Alive?* It was a bizarre thing to see them bend and contort but Feyre tried to not dwell on the thought too much, and rather kept her gaze forward.

In spite of her weariness, Feyre soon would come to realize she couldn't pretend things weren't normal here. The wind outside of the thick trees had zero access to where she was, and come to think of it... She couldn't even hear it anymore. Just the sound of what she thought was the oak breathing. That was until the sounds of growling blew around her ears. "He.. Hello..?" The girl mumbled nervously. Whipping around after the sound. Her eyes could hardly make out anything anymore in the sudden darkness, even if she squinted. But one thing that was clear was the abnormal movement within the forest around her. It was too off to be considered nature life, too large to call a small animal.. 

"Is anyone there...? E-Elora?" Feyre called out, a hopeless guess that perhaps her friend had made it out of that awful guards grip. But the young girl knew deep down that she was much too far out now for Elora to be nearby. Yet she still wondered twoards the low sound until she was able to spot a flashing color of blue surrounded within the darkness. Feyre tilted her head ever so slightly, too curious to back away now. She had spent her whole life in a forest, but then again... It wasn't a magical one... 

"Hello..?"
Mark
As Feyre drew closer to the strange beckoning blue tendril, a shape seemingly walked out of the shadow of the tree itself. Not from behind the wood, no. *From the shadow the tree cast.* Another appeared behind her, and as it stepped into what little light cast through the canopy of pine trees above, Feyre would see a vicious, snarling and drooling antlered creature. It had the body of a wolf, but it was nearly the size of Elora in her bear form. Black ichor dripped from its fangs, and its snout entirely was bone that seemed to rip from its fur around its eyes. The navy blue and black fur along its flank seemed to ripple slightly, as tendrils along its back reached out toward Feyre, almost as if they were smelling or probing her.

The one in front of Feyre looked to what may have been its mate, before a broken english seemed to reverberate from its marrowed mouth. "*Smaaaaall. N- ot, enough.*" What was it referring to? The larger and most likely male of the two walked towards Feyre, and the female soon followed from behind the human. The two creatures encircled the girl, before the female wolf creature replied to her mate. "*Mine. **Miiiiine.***" The two then snarled at each other, before the female submitted to the male's growls and snaps. It then looked at Feyre, opening its mouth as the black ichor dripped to the snow below. It seemingly melted instantly around the ichor, and steam began to rise from the ground.

The creature moved forward, backing Feyre up with nowhere to run. A massive paw pushed her into a tree, keeping her pinned as it reared its head and opened it's maw..