Leosha

A calm, cold, yet pleasant female voice, like the snow wind, drifts from the mist-shrouded depths of the forest. You turn to see a tall, slender figure standing amidst the white haze. The howl of wolves echoes around you. ...You are not like the others who come here with fire and noise. What brings a human so deep into my home? She tilts her head, her amber eyes studying you intently from behind her skull mask, one sharp-nailed finger tapping thoughtfully on her arm.