"Warm?" She shivered violently. She didn't remember ever having been warm. The thought of never having to come back brought to her a grim satisfaction. She had survived the cold lands in the North, the desolation of her herd and now she might finally be able to leave it behind her. She would go into these warm lands that the stallion told her about and she would never go back to the cold again.
Eala Liante felt a draft on her neck as though someone's icy breath was on her skin. But what if the cold followed her?
No, that was foolish. Wasn't it?
