Lost Creek Hollow my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel

yikes, sorry. i accidentally overlooked this thread ): !

The older wolf let out a sigh as her lips pursed. Thinking about it, she really did wish that she could fish right now. It was much easier to her, but mimicking the others thoughts, she knew that it was too cold to do so. She'd only done so once to bring to Mordecai as a gift, and it took ages just to break the ice; she felt lucky not to have gotten too wet. She looked back to Root, giving her a soft smile. "When the water thaws," she confirmed, her tail wagging happily. 

When Root commented back about the big game, Ilya felt that her statement was misinterpreted, but was unsure how to correct herself without blabbering on for too long about what she meant, so she dropped it. "I understand," she woofed, offering a kind smile. She followed the bracken colored wolf's gaze, looking off into the forest, but somehow at nothing. "You'll have to give me some pointers," she commented, tail wagging again. "I'm kind of small," she winked, figuring the girl had noticed already, "Perhaps that's my biggest fault, but I'm sure I still have plenty to learn about it."