Bastet winds through the snow toward you, her blue eyes starkly aglow against the white canvas that surrounds her.
It's no wonder she was named after a cat-headed goddess, she moves, looks, and behaves like one.
"Greetings traveller." She says, her voice monotone.
She is the color of fall leaves in a stream and the shadows a tree casts on a boulder. She looks like she was made from the earth itself.
Bastet curls her shimmering tail across her toes as she sits in front of you, her eyes regarding you expectantly.
"I'm returning to my duties now, but I implore we meet again." She says, curling her cloud-soft tail around your nose as she brushes your side when she leaves. You turn to watch her go, but she's gone.
Consumed by the forest that made her.