She walks through the snow. She’s shivering; shaking so hard she looks as if she might fall at any given moment. Blindly, she stumbles through the icy winter storm; the wind howls in her face and frost snaps at her already numb skin, slipping easily through her thin, cotton cloak. She is alone out here, facing the wild weather with nothing but the meager clothing that covers her thin frame. She wanders across the barren wasteland in search of the shelter of the trees she had seen in the distance before the storm. Those trees… So familiar to her they were. She should have never left their shelter, or the safe calmness of living a solitary life with the man she loved. Not so long ago was it that she was in his embrace, but it feels so far away now… She might not even make it to the tree line. Continuing on her harsh journey, the young girl of eighteen wraps her arms protectively around herself as bitter tears run down her face, instantly freezing to her cheeks. She’s a castaway. Thrown into the snows by her own family because of a secret burden she carries. Exiled, frost bitten, and hungry, she recalls with deep grief the anger in her father’s eyes. Her secret had been kept safe until it was no longer able to be hidden any longer. He now knew of it, and had cast her away like vermin, as if she’d been tainted with a disease. She could still hear his curses and shouts in the screaming of the winds. Looking up, the girl finally can see the shadows of the trees through the blizzard. She is close, and soon she would be in the shelter of the trees. Fixing her cloak so it covers her better, she shuffles onwards through the storm. ‘A baby is no disease,’ she thinks to herself sadly. She vows here and now she will never let anything hurt her precious child. Soon enough, the soon-to-be mother steps into the trees, and the wind instantly dies down to a sharp breeze; still stinging in its fast pace, but lesser than being blasted by the wind full on. “Adan!” She calls, but her voice is snatched away in the still-powerful wind, and she presses further into the forest. Hours go by, and she still has not found him. She is growing ever weaker, and is hunted by the growing cries of wolves. She could remember Adan telling her stories of huge silver wolves falling upon their prey swift and deadly, their jaws snapping powerfully, ready to rip into flesh. She remembers a time when she and the dark haired boy with shining brown eyes that always seemed to smile told her stories of the deep pits that were dug to trap the wolves. Stories by a warm hearth of how some of the older ones he had found had been sewn with wooden stakes that had been poisoned to ensure the creatures death. Out of breath and suddenly very afraid of the howls that are drawing ever nearer, the young woman leans agains a thick pine. She is exhausted, unsure of where to begin looking for her lover’s house that had been built on the entrance of an abandoned cave. She is starved, dehydrated, and freezing. If she does not find warmth and, at the very least, water, and soon, she and her unborn child will perish in the snows.