Passing Through

Frost eyes were narrowed as she walked through the moments beside her horse. She sheilded her face with an arm to keep the snow from hitting her in the face. "A snow storm is coming," she mumbled keeping a lookout for Shifters or even Shadows. Both were deadly and would do anything to get ride of a Rider like herself. Sighing she continued, her snowboots sinking through the earth with each step and soon she realized she was being followed. The horse grew uneasy and something told her it might be trouble. She pulled her gun ready for a fight if needed.