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The North reminded her of home, and of her family. Bitter cold and violent winds were familiar to her, and she could recall many days spent with family trying to weather storms. Today, the sky was crystal clear, and the weather was brisk. A biting chill seared through her and into her lungs with each breath, but it simply invigorated her. Ebony stockings dipped in and out of the heavy drifts of snow as she trekked onwards. She'd been here before, but hadn't been able to investigate the alien structure. Now, it appeared there was no pack to concern herself with.

It took a rather long investigation of the strange structure before she could discover a way inside. It appeared as though she needed to leap onto the deck, and then enter. So, that was what she did. The ancient, warped wood beneath her paws creaked and groaned with each step. It bade her pause, wary of its integrity. When the ground did not crumble beneath her feet, she continued her adventure. As soon as she entered the mouth of the cavernous structure, it was a few degrees warmer. Shaking the chill from her coat, she took a moment to drink it all in.

The walls peeled their skin, slowly and without care. The ground was not dirt, though there was a healthy amount of it coating much of it. A long tunnel led into the bowels of the ship, but it appeared to have many branches leading off of it. Interesting. She padded cautiously down the hall, head low between her shoulders as she peered about. The scents of many, long gone, lingered over every inch of this place. She rather liked it, many tried to claim this place, but it wouldn't keep them. Perhaps it was cursed. Her claws clicked on the wooden floor, and every once in a while, it would creak ominously in warning. The phantom pondered how long it had been here, what this ship had seen. This thing undoubtedly had tales to tell, and she wished she could hear them. They must be quite interesting.