Winters frost has covered this plane, fires lit at night, for warmth as well as for channeling our energy. In the night forests outside, timber wolves travel in pack formation, seeking the sustenance for their own. Apex predator, the Alpha, breathes in misty vapors from the cold, runs ahead of his fold, seeking the grass grazers in the dark forest, his Beta running beside him. I quote this web domain as my den, though , in my spirit, I travel the green forests also, born with a wild spirit, 3rd generation pagan (Mother and Grandmother devoted to the Wiccan creed ), 3rd generation empath, a curse/blessing, as though borne with will understand . Very attuned to survival on this plane, harm none, but never allowing harm, devoted to my own , my close, my Beta, a Wiccan high priestess,dark eyed and wise, born with empathic senses attuned to my own. Seasoned in both pagan creed and lifes path. Those few I call close, have termed me hedge witch, solitary in studies but for one, my soul mate. Greeting to those who enter my den, sit for a bit, warm yourself by my hearth, light a candle of devotion to our blessed Mother upon my altar of devotion. Share bits of craft lore, what wisdom I allow to pass from my lips. A welcome spot of thought for true hearted pagans.      Brightest Blessings to all