Lana strode deftly into the central room of the cabin where the fire still licked at its brick home and dwindled. Canis moved to the front door assuming a stance of guardianship with eyes locked on her. He knew it was time to leave now. Lana walked over to the now cool water in the porcelain bath tub and splashed her tired eyes, wiping the refreshing liquid from her face with the towel that remained damp from her earlier bath. Her garment still laid where it had been tossed aside earlier, drab and grey, and she decided it was best to fashion a new outfit. Unlike Ghanon, she could not simply create clothes purely made of magic, but she could refashion an old garment into a new one. She needed something breathable and suitable for broad ranges of movement, and though the blizzard raged outside with plummeting temperatures, her body was accustomed to environments nearly entirely made of ice. Her clothing did not need to protect her from the harsh conditions of the cold. After rejuvenating her old tattered dress into something more versatile, she drew the fabric over her body and pulled her hair up away from her neck.
Hopefully, Ghanon would remain in his room. She wanted to slip away unnoticed without explanation. It wasn't that she wished to abandon him, and it wasn't that she wouldn't want to see him again. It was simply that he evoked in her such a range of emotions that she had to find a way to breathe and remaining in the distress of their pain and flirting with each others vulnerabilities had drained her. It was time to move forward and find a new destination. She had meant what she said. She never could stay still for long, and though his presence would have brought a peacefulness to her during the night, sleep would continue to evade her.
After a bit of exploration, not lasting long due to the simple layout of the cabin, she found the room where shriveled venison and canned goods were stored during the winter season. It was apparent that at one time this place had been very productive for a small family, but they had long been gone. There was the tiniest bit of dim light peeking through the wall at the other side, and she made her way with her wolf at her heels toward the door to the outside.
