Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

*Riva* · 03-03-2019, 06:45 PM

“It is at that” she agreed. Her own dark coat absorbed the heat well, and hot days could be a pain, but she had never experienced a sunburn herself. She didn’t have to go through winter, afraid of the sunny day that would reflect the sun off the bright snow, until every part of her was exposed. She winced at the thought, and remembering the delicate pink of her friends nose. Yes, she was very glad she was not an albino.

He was easy to work with, holding still, and moving to let her reach the higher points her little frame would otherwise have struggled with. He nudged for her name, and she looked up from her work, her expression more than a little distracted after placing her patch over the fine marks that coated his neck. “Hmm… Oh, I’m Riva” she introduced herself, offering him a warm smile, full of brightness and innocence. “It’s was a pleasure to rescue you, Orwynd” she teased him gently.
“I wouldn’t say no to a bite” she admitted, being reminded of her own situation - somewhat lost in the Northern territories, and having little experience in hunting on the harsher terrain.

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