All terrain paws

The Hallows... Hen knows the place, by name not by sight. It was in her father's past, if distantly. The girl before her seemed alright enough, at least it looks like she knows what she's talking about. Henbane feels a bit out of place, surrounded by this many children, but the lesson would be good none the less.

Her posture on the slick ground is confident, and she crashes through a spot of icy crusted snow with a large paw. If she'd been running, there'd be craters like this all over, each with jagged edges. Hanging onto previous lessons from Deion, and her experiences traveling, Hen offers an answer of her own after the children speak their piece.

"The chances for environmental injury go up a lot, in winter. Torn muscles, lacerations from shit like this." She picks up one of the ice chunks in her teeth before chucking it over her shoulder, far from where they'd be practicing today.

"Speech"