The crunching of snow filled the air, tangling with the sounds of the howling wind in the snow covered leaves. It had been hours in the endless woodland, and I had yet to see anything of my betrothed, only the fading footsteps in the snow led me forward. One of the only issues was finding them before the storm fell. My eyes squint as I spot a figure in the distance. My pace quickened. "Come now, my little Dove," a pause "Come back, out of the storm." I stood before them, concerned.
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