The days became shorter, while the nights became longer. Arayne could feel winter in the air, and she knew it wouldn't be long before the deep freeze set in. But she was ready. Aside from her painted caverns, she knew the locations of dozens of hidey-holes to shelter from blizzards in, as well as the movement habits of many herds. Oh, she knew she was in for a tough winter, that much was true. She was a lone, inexperienced traveler, used to humid and temperate forests, not icy and dry tundras. But optimism was her only refuge now, and she was going to give the Starving Season her damndest.
Thirsty, she had followed the roaring sound of water to the falls, slipping down the rocks (it wasn't too unlike jumping around on the mossy rocks back home, she thought) to the pebbly shore. Blue-green eyes went upwards to examine the crest of the waterfall, shuddering at how high it was. She'd hate to fall from there.
She dipped her head to drink, only then noticing the other female. Her head went up again, water droplets hanging off her chin. She blinked in surprise, noticing how similar their coloration was, although the similarities ended at their eyes. "Hello," she called over, "this isn't your pool, is it?""Speech"
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