[Sylvanas]

Well he probably shouldn't have gone and walked into an icy forest then? Should have thought twice before doing something so dumb!

"Yeah yeah, c'mon you idiot," Magdalene says as she leads the lad into the hollow tree trunk. The inside is... well. It's just a hollow tree? Slightly warmer in here. Especially since there's no snow to stand in. Magdalene begins riffling through the leaf-litter on the floor with her fingers in search of something. "Where the (flower) is it? There's always bones and coals in these trees..." she mutters.

After a minute or so she gives a little, "Ha!" and comes up with a rib! Also a little black peace of charcoal!

Then she takes dead ember and begins drawing on the inside of the trunk with it. A crude snowflake at the top. Then a poorly drawn flower. Then a simple sun. And finally a full moon. Then she stabs the rib into the wood so part of it is facing generally in the direction of the snowflake and begins turning it. She moves the bone from the snowflake to the flower and stops at the sun.

"Okay, there. Let's go," she says, stepping back out of the hollow tree into the forest the same way she came. "You're lucky I know all the shortcuts."

The forest outside the tree is exactly the same. Except instead of snowdrifts there are marshy pools of spongy soil, mud, and water. It's incredibly hot and humid, the trees covered in lush green leaves and tufts of brown grass that has gone to seed abounds. The sound of droning insects is almost deafening and the lad will almost immediately find himself beset by biting flies. Magdalene tosses her heavy furs aside and focuses, frost like white fur crystallizing across most of her body to provide some much needed relief from the sweltering heat AND a little bit of modesty since there's a stupid boy following her around. Her broken antlers drop off as velvety new antlers start growing in. The eldritch light lodged in her chest is plain to see, pulsing in tune with the heartbeat of the forest.

She swats at the pesky flies a few times, then with a clinching gesture conjures a hungering totem. She grips it with both hands and pulls it up by the roots, placing the hideous thing over her shoulder. It begins sapping the ravenous insects of their vitality and feeding it into the lad to mend his wounds.

"Okay that'll keep the (flowering) bugs off. C'mon," she commands as she sets out again.