Mirussa took a slow deep breath in, hoping to scent the fresh smells of spring somewhere deep beneath the snow, but everything was so frozen that it was hard to smell anything beyond the icy chill. She let out a weary sigh before glancing at her Rockstomper companion, who was diligently rooting around the base of a tree, searching out any plants or mushrooms that may have survived the most recent snowfall. The two of them had set off early that morning to forage for foods and herbs, or anythi...
