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[@EthTenshi][@Prince of Seraphs][@Belle]

Brenna had finally gotten into Winter Court territory and was trekking through the snow, a fur cloak wrapped tightly around her shoulders. Even the Summer-born got cold in Winter Court. The outlaw she'd captured was stumbling along behind her as they walked, begging incessantly for his freedom. She didn't bother wasting any breath on shutting him up, until she suddenly heard voices ahead. She spun around and clamped a hand over her prisoner's mouth before creeping forward quietly, the fae moving slowly behind her, all to aware that this could mean danger. As she drew closer to the voices she saw two humans, a dog, and a fae. She crouched in the snow, watching, and waiting for them to move on before she continued on to the Winter Palace.