on the morning of the eighth day, Raschen mrowled softly, waking to the whistle of wind against their tent. He smiled to the protective and somewhat possessive grasp Taryn had kept on him through his recovery, the cracks in his flesh now moss green vine-like markings that showed clearly through his fur, making note of his drastic overuse of his talent. He pet through his sweet mate's pink tinted hair, her colour only recently returning after her cleansing and purging of her toxins. The feline smiled and stealthily slid from her grasp Into a forward stretch as only the feline beastkin might do before he slipped outside.<br/><br/>His whiskers trembled and his ears fell back at the nip in the breeze that met him that dark morning in the Warren canyons. Winter was swiftly approaching. This was the time when the northern zirgylz tribes, much like the mountainous bears of history, would retreat into their cavern basins and enter Into their long slumbers, only to awaken on the warm first days of spring. To many of the hardier beastkin, namely the predators, the warren winters were livable, if a bit harsh while the more slim and agility and intelligence dependent races were almost guaranteed to lose many to the subzero temperatures that would grip the central expanse within a fortnight's time from the first northern winds. The hume would barricade themselves inside their fortress from the harsh nuclear winter that their ancestors spawned in their final wars, their view of the sky disappearing into lamplight only for the 6 months of harsh winter ahead.<br/><br/>Raschen took in a heavy sigh. he knew he would have to surrender Taryn to her own kind. she couldn't dream of surviving the winter of the central expanse, especially being water infused for her talent. His ears fell low. They had little time to return to their respective villages and deliver news before winter stole their return route from sight,  leaving them stranded in the infinite snowdrift that the warren was to become. He could feel the Hase watching him from behind, watching their group leaders gears turn.<br/><br/>"Winter comes, Jax...I...I will have to send her home to her people for her safety and yet...I worry she would be no safer...especially under...certain circumstances...the conception would be obvious before it was safe for her to return to us...