Wapun Meadow Filling out Papers

Snow was beginning to fall. It was her second year living through it, and her second year finding herself baffled by the sight of white flakes falling from the heavens.

In her mother's words however, the arrival of the snow meant that Hokulani would soon be a woman. No longer a child. She frowned at the thought.

Laying belly-up in the snow covered field, she let out a breath. Besides her meeting with Winter's Wake, she had found the valley to be rather boring. She awaited Reverie's call, Gossamer's sudden appearance, and yet nobody came for her.

Hokulani was not one to be ignored.

"Ah crap!"

Stepping lightly was never her forte, but she would swear that she was the best at everything. The hare had given her chase, a sight for hungry eyes that brought her to the meadow. But a solo hunt was something she never found success. It's a tiny lil' thing I can get that no problem Irene told herself, self motivation was something she had in excess. As her paws thundered through the top coat of the snow with a satisfying crunch, she allowed herself to get distracted once more.

Distraction was perhaps her fatal flaws and before catastrophe could strike, she almost missed the exposed stomach of another before her, causing Irene to veer left into a small accumulating pile of snow.

The sudden crunch of someone falling into the snow brought Hokulani out of her haze, and she was quick to hop to her feet.

Spotting the other's predicament she couldn't help but snicker. Did I interrupt a hunt? She could only presume as such, if they had been so focused.

Snow clung to her pelt as she viciously shook herself to be free of it. She treasured a clean pelt and snow had a tendency to make her carefully groomed hair spiral out of place.

"Well it wasn't much of a hunt really, was more like a race that I was outmatched for."

Smiling sheepishly, she looked at the other woman curiously.

"I hope I didn't disturb whatever it was you were doing."

She shook her head, following it with the shake of snow from her fur. Oh not at all, just idling. She hummed, her tail waving high.

She eyed the girl, curious of her from the entrance alone. What's your name?

Her tail waved lazily behind her as she responded, "My name is Irene, just Irene."

She never had a last name as she never knew who her parents were so for as long as she could remember, she was just Irene.

"And what do they call you?"

Hokulani. She responded, a light smile on her face. Confident and unthreatened, she moved forward to explore the scent of the stranger. And where have you come from malihini?

Seemingly polite questions, and yet the answer was far more revealing than most realized. It thrilled Hokulani, fulfilled her need to know more, the need for the upper hand.

Her head tilted, her wide-eyed, bright-eyed smile awaiting an answer.