For a while the wind was still, at least; it lacked that certain tone. That certain voice. The voice that was Ravenflight's. Something deep stirred in her. A calmer spirit. A warm breeze to combat the cold.
And one by one, she called the deer of the forest. To guide them. To help them.
"Iaurdagnire, I have heard and seen what has befallen you many times. We shared those little moments. I do remember that dandelion, those fleeting glances. I saw something special in it, Dag. I have seen what has happened. The summer brother. And my heart grows heavy. I only wish we could have had a chance to speak.
Ravenflight offers her help, for she sense a battle coming? A greater struggle, greater than the season spirits?
I will weave beside you, help you fight. Iaurdagnire. The wind will be here to help you in your final struggle."
The doe would call to other deer. But who they were was not certain.
