Furiosa is quiet, letting Blaze talk, and taking stock of the information. It's all very strange to her; she's from a world where seasons almost don't exist, let alone personifications thereof. She took to Hazel almost at first glance, and now hearing that this Winter is brought about by a being akin to her makes her think about it differently.

In the end, she's not sure whether it makes her warier of Hazel or more gently disposed toward Reynard. She may not know until the end of the season. But it's the kind of thing that makes a person consider, or reconsider, their attitudes.

"Autumn was beautiful," she says mildly after a moment, thinking aloud in a way she very rarely does. "Like a Mother Goddess. I wonder if Winter is the price we pay for that, somehow. We're born, and we die, and we'd like to not die too soon, but sometimes it can't be helped. Mother gives with one hand and takes away with the other. That's just how it is."

Reynard is a man's name, though, and while she hasn't met him, and a season is probably genderless by default, that alone makes her disinclined to roll over and let Winter do what it will. "How do we know what's natural for this place, anyway?" She asks with a soft laugh. "You know, I've always taken it for granted that it would stay roughly the same. I guess that makes me a fool."