Tabitha woke shivering. Coughed steamy breaths in the freezing air as she climbed from her hut to stretch and yawn. Blinking her yellow eyes wide to wake up, she squinted at the daylight. Pulled her warm smelly furs tight around her. The mountaintop was blinding white this morning, coated in thick snow. The pool nearby was a rich dull black among the jagged rocks, reflecting a clear cloudless sky. There by the still water, two birds danced slowly. Long-legged and silver; graceful as spirits. Stooping and circling; flexing upright to sway and step as one. Wings spread wide in spiny silverblue fans, bowing to one another in soundless companionship. Tabitha watched in a reverent silence; lost in the moment. Snowflakes flurried past her pink cheeks in the wintry wind.