I like that you're not nice to me, I love your heart of ice.

She left earlier than she perhaps should have. There was still daylight left, so her mask was firmly in place. A black, protective slip between herself and the world. Ranger was scouting in the trees in front, and Lioness was in her usual spot. At her heels, tail touching her paws as she guided the yearling into the towering red giants.

There was a different scent to the woods here. While the Mile-high woods smelled murky and earthy, there was something more ancient and breezy about the creaking giants above her. Without her sight, all she had were the scents and sounds of the world around her, so she took careful note of all of it. She was content to march along after her kitten, and would have done so for a while yet if the cat hadn’t pulled to a stop so suddenly that Kite had to be careful not to trip over her. The Princess paused, nose twitching in the air. “Is someone there?” She asked. Her question for Lioness or the potential stranger. Whoever answered first.


"Speech"