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She had been ousted from the ship she took refuge in, now she was searching for another place to escape the blizzard. Her brown fur was rimed in frost, and her breath crystallized around her nose and mouth. She shivered, feeling miserable. This wasn't at all what she had imagined her life as an adventurer would be like.

Finally, shelter appeared again in the form of a cracked in the mountainside, large enough for her to squeeze through. She did so, then shook herself out, sending flecks of ice flying. Arayne sighed, happy to be out of the wind. It was only then that she noticed the cave was already occupied.

At first, she thought he was a fox in it's winter coat, but then she began to pick out the broader muzzle and smaller ears that marked him as a wolf. A cub, no less. Confusion clouded her eyes as she tilted her head. He didn't look old enough to fend for himself. "What are you doing here alone, pup?" she asked him. "Is your family around?"