Ænima

SHIBA KLEIN

Shiba had always been fond of winter. While it made most aspects of survival more difficult, she’d found there were many other benefits to the season that she liked to partake in. The cold air felt refreshing, the gloomy overcast skies invigorated and motivated her, and the longer nights made her feel at peace.

The walk to the bay had been pleasant, but as soon as she arrived her attention fixated on a site that felt somewhat familiar. A large, scarred male in need. How unique. She nearly laughed as she took note of the gashes on his side and the soggy appearance, not because she found his situation amusing, but because it seemed ironic that she’d found herself in such a situation. Again. He seemed in better shape than Mikko had been, but it was clear he was still in need of help. "You look like you're in pretty rough shape, probably not the best time of year to go for a swim." Her voice was slightly questioning in tone, wondering what had caused his current condition. She wasn’t particularly concerned, given that he was a stranger to her, but she wasn’t mocking, either.

"Speech."