Each step carefully placed after the other, forming dots in the snow where the horned woman had walked. It seemed the feeling of enclosed feet didn't went well with her ! But the truth was...
Such caution in her movement was necessary, or her shoes would be ripped open by the sharp claws they tried to contain !

And though the sun glittered on the white horizon and warmed the traveler enough so that she let loose her cape, Arajakata would do anything to keep the snow from pouring down her toes...

The journey was long, and even longer during winter when the cold of her blood and the season mixed in an unpleasant dance. Each move was hard. Needing strenght.
Oh ! How the hybrid longed for spring again, and the return of warmth everywhere. The scorching heat of summer was nothing for her, an advantage against more mortal foes usually dripping in sweat...

But Raja could hardly afford to wait for the season to pass. Preys are few and to eat, gold is surprisingly able to satiate any hunger.
And so she walks the perilous and rocky path, where bounty are less nomadic...and thus easier to catch. It's a fair game, in the end. Of a slow hunter and immobile prey. Now the horned one only has to hope she will see the sea of white light again, though it may be tainted in red...

Super great art by the so lovely and talented https://twitter.com/Starswyart !