It was completely silent except for the sound of large, feathery wings flapping. The snow falling slowly to the ground made it hard to see around you. From where the kitrell was flying, you could see many trees and a vague silhouette of the Shrine. Deciding to rest her wings a bit, she landed in the branch of a nearby tree and looked at her surroundings. Most creatures would be very uncomfortable in this weather but the kitrell seemed perfectly content. If only I had some company, this would be perfect... She thought. Even alone, it wasn't bad. She loved the snow; it calmed her. The way the small flakes floated to the ground, the silence that surrounded her...she felt completely at home. She began singing quietly to herself. "And I'd give up forever to touch you 'cause I know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be and I don't want to go home right now..." That was one thing she liked about being alone- being able to sing. She hated singing in front of others. As her voice filled up the silence, she looked over at the shrine. She thought she saw a person or a pet going inside but it was hard to tell from this distance. She snow sure didn't make the view better, either.