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a sense of mistrust hung in the air-- thick and cold, and it wasn't just the temperature. corinna took a guided step forward, pausing with a single paw raised to her chest. and again, her nose twitched, taking in more of the situation. but her mother had always said to take every moment with grace and kindness-- even if it was veiled in something petty-- so she clung tightly to her sweet smile. 

"i'm corinna," she added, falling through the usual pleasantries with ease, "headed eastern, i believe." or maybe southern, or western? hell, maybe she'd even turn back around and head back to the north again. she'd yet to decide. corinna was as free as they came.