Kingsfall a stroke of (bad) luck

She was.. slowly, steadily, and finally starting to grow accustomed to the forest, to the place these wolves had chosen to call home, and all of the damned trees. After that.. meeting with Finley, her leg had taken longer to heal than she had liked. Thereby necessitating the ghost be closer to the others for a few days than she was fond of.. but it’d gone about as well as she could have asked for.

They were an alright bunch, after all. And seemed to understand her desires for personal space, so that was good.

Colette had never thought she’d experience a day where just getting to walk through the forest, on her own, would feel liberating. But here she was. A very tiny part of her did have to admit that the forest and these giant trees which were covered in snow were kind of pretty.

That was a thought the ghost came to almost immediately regret, however. Something above her snapped, and Cole turned her gaze upward in time to have a shower of snow and ice come raining down upon her face, covering her nose, eyes, and back in the stuff.

A soft huff escaped her, and the ghost blinked a couple of times to clear the snow away from her eyes. ”Yeah..” she grumbled, staring up at the tree resentfully. That was about her luck.

- AW - more bad luck for Cole -- RE: Colette, a pile of snow falls upon you.