What little disquiet remained after her afternoon with Eris was easily banished after hours running in the snow that blanketed the peaceful acres that surrounded her father's cabin, and peeling of icy layers of clothing, Adrestia lay in front of the roaring fire, surrounded by the youngest of the wolves who had followed her home. Their parents and grandparents roved the woods, their howling hunt answered with soft woofs and kicking pup feet that curved the goddess' lips, a smile that lingered as sleep tugged at her mind until it had held her securely in a grip of black velvet.