And the Lonesome Breeze Blows

The wind had teeth, so when it rattled at the door, Lissa gave it a crust of bread to gnaw beside the hearth.  The fire crackled unhappily.  The wind chewed and stared at Lissa with eyes as wild and empty as madness.  Lissa ignored it and worked on her sewing.

The wind had claws, and when it had swallowed the last of the bread, it ran them down Lissa’s back.  She would not rebuke it, for none can tame the wind.

Later, the villagers came to investigate.  They found the hearth dark and the house empty.

Except for the wind.