A Loving Blanket

A dishevelled and distraught woman, hair unbound, is running barefoot across a winter field; it is freezing, driving sleet gets in her eyes and crows are flapping around her, pecking at her hair.

Another comes - they drive the crows away, catch her in their arms, wrap a warming cloak around her, pick her up and carry her inside, hold her close and give her warmth, and comfort by the fire.