As December rolled in, so did Winter's white spirits and their dreary weather. Temperatures began to drop, causing a chill amongst the groups. Following the cold front and their arrival, light clouds began to litter the world with flecks of snow, dazzling the trees and accessorizing the forest floor. Jaws clacked together as freezing animals cowered into their homes. Some fell into hibernation, others tremored within the blizzard. For those who succumbed to the weather, they would be mildly surprised with several treats and overlooking consequences from the spirits themselves.

A final mist of cold air floated out from Blaise's nostrils, finding himself suited with the results. Still remaining invisible, the pale buck watched and awaited the world's animals to approach the tree. Truly, he was pessimistic about the situation. Nevertheless, he still watched. Just as the spirits always did. He knew their greed would have to overcome them someday..

REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

Winter. Vox had been through a few winters in his life now, both in his feline birth body and his current odd hybrid body, and he had found that he didn't care for them much. Really, he found that only the creatures with the thickest of coats did care for winter, and even they usually only admitted to liking how pretty the snow could be, and not much else about the season. When winter had begun to descend upon the Halls of Hiraeth, Vinny had readied himself, working quickly to try and insulate the large building that they called the Fortress as quickly as possible, so that it would serve as welcome protection from the chilling bitter cold of the outside. However, as he had been outside the main building, making preparations and steeling himself for the coming cold – or really the cold that was already here – the gat blinked in surprise when the faintest of whispers seemed to swirl in his large ears, encouraging him to follow their spectral speakers. Follow the mist. The eerie message was unsettling and far from comforting, but he still found himself drawn to it, following the seemingly disappearing clouds of thick mist through the trees and out of the territory. He rationalized it as him going to make sure that the Halls were safe, and not just because of his own all consuming curiosity. Moving into the clearing, Vox eyed the trees all around, as well as the snow that blanketed the earth, before his eyes zeroed in on the boxes that resided there. Frowning slightly, the gat moved forward to look one of them over, idly shifting it with a claw as he mumbled to himself, his breath billowing up into clouds in the air, "Th'fuck is this...?" He didn't touch any of them for more than a moment, too unnerved and glancing around expectantly for some sort of boogeyman who was waiting in the shadows.

Being so used to the tropical weather hadn't prepped Marina for the overwhelming cold that was blowing through the dreaded neutral lands. Hell, even the strange fog was out of the ordinary. Loathing to find the source, Marina followed it across the land and to the strange clearing. As she approached, the jaguar shook out her pelt furiously. No warmth rewarded her either way. Unsatisfied, yet intrigued, she walked with uncertainty towards the group as her multicolor gaze landed upon the gifts before them.

She paused before the group, giving a light shrug. "I dunno," she enthused in response to Redvox's groan. It seemed like no one else knew why they were here either, but Marina was sympathetic in the fact that it wasn't just her following the fog. If she didn't, it would of actually driven her insane. "At least we ain't crazy for followin' some mist." A light chuckle left her. "Glad I ain't no schiz." Not that she would judge though.

"Marina, by the way." She offered an elegant wave of her paw. "Native of The T-"

'One.'

The word intervened her introduction, causing her to fall silent. Cold air brushed against her fur once again. With a sigh, she harshly shivered. "Well, I'm guessin' we take one." Her eyes scanned the group, counting those who showed up. With more than four, there had to be only a select few that would receive the gifts. She hadn't figured that out just yet. "But who takes what?"