The snow had been deep that winter so despite the warmth of the coming spring there were still large piles of snow littering the landscape. Rois darted threw the mist like a ghost. Water dripping form the trees and the fresh smells of the woods made her smile as she ran. Nothing could slow her down when she felt like this. It was the same feeling she got when her mother had taken her flying as a kit. Rois loved it beyond compare. Her tribe leader Nika seemed to know this and often let Rois go for long runs to keep in shape when there weren’t deliveries to be done. This was one such day.
