Stars dance

snow has collected in the individual strands of her tawny pelt, and Dulla pulls a face at the sensation, scowling to herself as she gives a fierce shake. predictably, it’s pointless; the moment she dispels the cold flecks from her fur, it flys up from her feet and settles about her thighs and tail. grumbling under her breath, Dulla squints as a figure comes into view, their gaze trained on the large frozen structure under which they stand. curiosity sparks like live wire through Dulla’s veins; she’s never seen such a formation. as she nears the stranger, Dulla works to make each step heavy and loud, alerting the figure to her presence.

“it’s interesting,” she calls out once in earshot, coming to stand a few paces from the stranger. “i’ve never seen anything like it.” she keeps her posture relaxed, attempting to convey a peaceful, non-threatening countenance. “have you?”