When Marishka had been made aware of the fact that she might need to learn to like the cold she had began studying the matter extensively and now, she found herself in a pristine forest scene. A small grove of trees opened onto a large meadow with newly fallen snow measuring a little less than quarter of a meter. There were several sets of tracks leading to the middle of the meadow where Marishka stood looking over something similar to the weapons rack she kept in her quarters.

-Marishka