Save me from my selfish pride

It hadn't been a terribly long or enjoyable walk - there was a slight chilly breeze that was just enough to make her start shivering - before she heard someone ahead of her talking. Pausing by the treeless stretch of river, she shivered faintly and wished her winter coat was just a tiny bit thicker while a strange sight unfolded before her. A young fox kit came bounding her way, clearly beyond excited, and began exclaiming that she looked "cool". Iskra couldn't help but smirk as a frazzled looking male came over apologizing.

"Don't apologize, you're fine," she said with an impish grin, leaning down to the young fox with a conspiratorial look and adding, "I do like to feel unique, although - don't tell anyone - but there are at least a few other wolves like me running around Boreas. I'm related to most of them."