Where we're from

Eiselif was quick to come to her mother's call, though it was very odd for her to be asking the young girl to come to the border. The Finnvi was incredibly curious, and wouldn't disobey her mother, so she would navigate the snow as well as her six month old paws would carry her. She could tell that the warmth was coming, the snow was no longer as plentiful as it had once been, but that didn't mean it still wasn't frigid. As her striped form made her way towards the call she'd eventually see the second shape beside her mother's darker one. Tilting her head curiously as she approached she couldn't help but be confused. This woman didn't look like anyone she'd ever seen before. The bright peach on her back, her clouded eyes... "Yes, Mother?" She'd ask as she hesitated slightly on the border, what was going on?
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