Duskfire Glacier cold

she could feel the cold seeping into her paws, and she enjoyed the way it made her feel rooted, connected to the earth.  one ear flicks behind her at the sound of the snow crunching, and she waits for them to speak before she acknowledges them, too caught up in the view overhead. 

that it is, she replies with her own accented common, taking a look at the wolf (who looks like she belongs here) before turning her nose back up to the sky.  i am mirabelle.