Amid the hush of winter, Eira strode through the snow-clad woods, her silver hair dancing in the icy breeze as she held her shepherd’s staff steady. A fox padded close by, its amber eyes alight with trust, while another lingered near the tree line, ever watchful. Above them, a snowy owl soared, its wings glimmering like frost against the pale light of a distant castle. Eira’s journey was not one of mere travel; she was the keeper of the enchanted forest, her path guided by whispers of ancient magic, each flake of snow carrying a secret only she could hear.