Phoenix Maplewood oh, if the sky comes falling down

Eden had made a point of patroling the lands near her glacier, watching out for potential intruders and recruits alike. As her feet padded through the snow, more of the small flakes landing on her snout, she spotted a blanche femme in the distance. Immediately, she made her approach, barking a sort of greeting once they were close enough to properly hear each other. Hello, she called, How are you faring? It was common courtesy to wonder about another's well-being, especially after the storm that'd just hit the Wilds. Eden sat back on her haunches and curled her tail around her paws in a demure fashion as she waited for the other's response.