Emberflame Ridge and they were roommates

Her brows knit together for a moment. I’ll catch you next time. Mallaidh snorts playfully, not quite catching the intent behind the words. She’s only joking. Right. “Maybe don’t let me fall instead,” she prods, picking herself up and shaking out her fur. Dead leaves and dirt fling in all directions and her thicc thick, mismatched fur sways to and fro even after she’s come to a stop. “I fall a lot,” she says, stating the obvious, but she wrinkles her nose with a little embarrassment. “I’m Mallaidh, um,” she awkwardly introduces.