Lost in the winter landscape, the magician had sent her somewhere else in the middle of the war, to save her from the defeat they where facing.
She got quickly used to the cold thanks to her unusal fur that adapted itself to the climate around it.
As she was looking around, she realised that she was without food, without water and started to search. Many hours later, she hadn't found anything in this new habitat. A tear fell down her cheek and a silent prayer to her gods in her toughts.
Suddenly from behind her, she heard the steps of a horse, she turned around to see this being, it got close to her and she could feel the warmth from it as the horse laid its head in her hand.
A voice inside her head, that wasn't hers, spoke: Do not worry little one, I will carry you to safety but we got to hurry, night is almost upon us and its not safe during that time.