The Raging Blizzard (5)

Cold morning light filtered through the curtains in Seline's room, painting a faint bluish hue on the walls. She stood by the window, watching the world beyond the panes, where the flurry dance of snowflakes enveloped everything, obscuring the view in its wake.

The cold seeped through the glass, yet it faltered, no match against the heat radiating from the crackling fireplace behind Princess Seline. The fire's flickering light painted the room, its warmth permeating every corner and increasing the temperature of the entire space.

Princess Seline crossed her arms tightly to steady her nerves. She wrapped them around herself as her hands gripped her elbows firmly, fingers tapping nervously on her arm.

A line creased deeply between her eyebrows from the weight of impending danger. Inside her mind, her thoughts mirrored the blizzard's turbulence outside as it raced with apprehension. It felt like no one was as deeply concerned as her about these colossal wolves.