In the stillness of early morning, a hazy winter sky shone white and bright, otherworldly in it's glow. The fall of snow had already begun as quiet snow flakes dotted the world outside the den. As the world slept, the Apostle would stir to meet the dawn. Tired eyes flickered open, shifting slightly to the child that rest at her side and the warm body that braced her back. Ears twitched to the softest sounds of slumber, blue gaze drifted onto the golden form of their newest addition.

Templar had suggested that finding a group was necessary, and they were lucky to have found another lost soul, much like themselves. Truth that the Lord had not abandoned them.

She shuffled, pulling herself up and pulling a cloak over the slumber child's form, Filianore shot a glance to the moon-touched Knight, nuzzling affectionately into his plush neck fur, mumbling something to him as he dozed and then stepped out to greet the cold morning.

Snowflakes littered the sky as they fell to the ground, it was always so mesmerizing to her how quiet a forest could be when snow started to fall, it was peaceful, but lonely. The lady came to a rest by bush of holly, eyes inspecting the leaves and the bright red berries, when a twig snapped and the crunch of foot steps along frosted ground sounded in her ears. Ah? Fili turned slightly, wispy tail flicking behind her. "Cain?" She tried at first, though no answer came. "Templar?" One more and still she heard the foot falls. "Zaniah?" It's then she turned, tired eyes meeting the form of a stranger. "Who are you?" She nearly whispered.