OPEN SLEEP UNTIL THE SUN GOES DOWN!

[Byriath]

THE WINTER SUNRISE, RED ON WHITE

This land was very similar to his property, Byriath realized. Snowy and cold, potentially mild in the summer. The xenosmilus found himself staring at the snow-dusted trees, paws wandering all the while. 

He made a mental inventory of what he brought: Medicinal herbs, dried meat jerky, wood carvings. No idea why he brought the wood carvings - maybe they'd make a pretty coin-

"Oh-" Byriath grunted as he suddenly heard chimes. He froze, the mighty beast stunned by a simple sound. Purple eyes blinked, and he stepped back, ears flicking at the chimes sounding again. "a-huh."

LIKE BLOOD UPON THE SNOW