Off in the distance a figure could be seen wandering the horizon. It looked to be a young woman, her hair whipping in the wind,. She held one of her arms close to herself and was trying her best to watch her footing. From what she could tell, there might be someone who could help her in the direction she was going, bu didn't know for certain. What she did know was she had to keep on the move, for there were worse things out there, things like those that killed her parents. With a thought of them a tear rolled down her cheek as she trudged on, hoping to find a warm solace from this bitter cold.