havens of solitude at high altitude

Just a few steps from the den, and a familiar scent wafted towards her. Mr. Morningstar was here, for some odd reason. Tired as she was, she put on a brave face. A wave of nausea washed over her, and then was gone just as quickly. Seeking out his immense form, she found him approaching with a casual swagger. She paused, giving him a weary smile. "Good afternoon, Mr. Morningstar." She said warmly as she could, tail flicking to and fro in a friendly manner.

"Greetings miss Lirika. I see you've been having an interesting few weeks since last we met." He said, in a kind and almost joking manner. She snorted softly, shaking her head. He was such a wild card, but she had come to enjoy his presence by now. Looking around, she was sure he was wondering how she had found herself in this spot. "My pack, Fiori, fell apart not long after we saw each other. On top of it, I have found myself quite ill." She sighed, lowering her rump onto the snowy ground. "I thought a taste of home would be able to chase the illness away." A soft shrug of her delicate shoulders, and she offered him another soft smile.