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Armai had left her den that morning and instantly regretted it. There seemed to be a lot more snow than normal and it was colder than ever. A shiver traveled up her spine as a cold wind seeped right through her silky coat. She'd never admit it out loud to Xephyris, but a part of her hated it here in the north. The north was where she'd lived with her family, though she'd never call anyone but Calder that, and it was freezing. She still missed Myriad, but Peregrine had long since ruined that. She appreciated having a home here in Vyper, but overall there were things that needed improvement.

Nox was out hunting, which didn't surprise her since this was Nox's favorite time of the year, so Armai traveled down to the beach. It was the only place that didn't really have any snow since the winds pushed it all back and the waves destroyed any remnants of it if any did manage to fall onto the sands. It was a place where she could walk the easiest without tripping over something or running into anything.

It seemed she wasn't the only one who wanted to go to the beach.

She heard someone running, then skidding to a halt (she assumed), and then laughter. Well at least someone was having fun. She didn't recognize the voice though or the scent though so she headed forwards and stopped what she presumed was a safe distance away.

"Good morning."