who are you?

She preferred the constant chill the mountain brought. Down here, in these oaks, it was nearly stifling. Warmer than her home, damper, full of water. It felt as if she were breathing under water sometimes. As if her coat was always slightly coated in dew drops. Unsure of what to think and ready to go home, Lumine sat in front of a fire, wishing she would dry enough to not feel so sticky. Was it so much to ask to go home already? Why were they even there? Dad had arrived back from the raid already so it wasn't like they were waiting for him...

Then there's a sound. A sound of a paw squishing into the muddy ground. Churning soggy dirt as clouds rolled in from the east. Her head turns, fur bristling, eyes widening. Seeing the other pup, basically the same age as her, standing on the outskirts of their camp, she can't help the quiet growl that rumbles in her chest. Who was he thinking he could just show up here!

Coming to stand, Lumine faces him, head tilting to the side, ears back slightly, she takes a few steps toward him. "Who're you?" She quips, her teeth flashing briefly as she comes to a stop a few from him, placed particularly in front of the camp so he can't look directly at anyone else who might be around.