Willow sang softly to herself as she finished loading the last of the supplies into the truck. It was quiet. Since there wasn't mush left she had told the others to go get lunch while she finished up. Her snow white hair was down and blowing softly in the breeze, the color shining in the sun. She turned to face the fields, taking in the peacefulness of it. She saw a black figure standing on the outskirts and she shaded her eyes, trying to see who it was.