Lost Creek Hollow girl you party all the time

like he had heard her before he'd seen her, corinna had done the same. her own pace slowed, nose twitching as she caught a whiff of a stranger. she'd seen him a small ways off, and had actually missed him entirely the first look around. he was pale-- paler than she-- and blended nicely into the snowy glade. her pace, though slowed, tapered to a complete stop-- a single, dainty paw held up to her chest for a few heartbeats before she set in down in one final step.

she hadn't expected such a mediocre day to end up with some sort of attached memory, but here she was-- face to face with a man who didn't appear hostile, not in the slightest. but corinna was often naive in the way she viewed strangers. she voiced this thought. "i wasn't expecting company."