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It was a bit of an awkward time for the girl, it was her first year and she was growing to a woman. Hips were more prominent as she lost her puppy fat, face thinning out as her waist closed in slightly. She walked with a more graceful stride in her step, gait long and flowing as she finally fit into her taller body. For a long time she had been lanky and had paws that were too big for the rest of her, but now it all made sense. Purple eyes cut through the landscape, snow starting to cover every inch of it. When she walked the snow crunched beneath her large paws, a sound that was oh-so satisfying. That is when she saw the black female who stood out like a sore thumb, standing atop the hill that she was currently climbing. Her purple eyes narrowed slightly, she didn't quite know this one. She remembered her entrance into the meeting, that was something that she wasn't going to forget any time soon. She didn't remember her name, making her feel slightly awkward. But she was going to have to talk to her anyways, she would be a weirdo if she just looked at her and then walked away. Quite rude too.

"Hey there, queen of the hill, are you?" She asked in a teasing matter, coming to a stop on the woman's right side. Mercy folded her rump and sat upon the cold snow, elongated tail curling around her paws. She was a very interesting looking woman, she hadn't realized from afar but being this close she could see the purple tint in her fur. One eye was golden and the other much like her own eyes, only slightly darker. Very pretty, she had to admit.