Spieden wasn't sure what brought her outside the border that day. She wasn't in search of prey, and while she always liked to have more food, the caches were full anyhow so they were in no immediate need. No bears or moose or other disagreeable beasts had turned up on that morning's patrol, so there was nothing she needed to be on guard about.
She loped a steady pace through the drifts of white powder that had found their way through the leafless branches, her thick limbs breaking trail through the snow. She wasn't going anywhere in particular, and while much of this woodland was familiar to her she couldn't say she knew every inch of it. Curiosity taking the best of her she weaved along an unfamiliar route.
Spieden wasn't particularly observant when it came to her surroundings, but even she sensed a shift in something. It wasn't an unpleasant awareness, rather it brought her a sense of... peace? She wasn't really sure, and as she continued on her way the next turn in the trail brought her face to face with the trunk of a simply gargantuan cedar.
"Oh," She gasped. Slowly, her head craned up, her gaze trailing up the gnarled bark and through the branches towards the top of the behemoth. It was like it was tall enough to reach the clouds, its upper limbs obscured in a white mist.
From somewhere behind her a raven called, it's deep voice nearly sounding like a chuckle. Spieden spun around, her tail lashing the air as her amber eyes flicked, searching for the bird but finding none. But what she did notice was that there wasn't just a tree. She was surrounded by them, and suddenly she felt quite dwarfed by the ancient evergreens.