Permafrost Hollows dawn is a feeling

A pale form appeared, looking a bit territorial. Lily scrambled to her feet, trying to catch her breath as she fixed her posture into something submissive, eyes forward but not quite meeting the woman's gaze head-on. In her exhaustion, had she missed the smell of borders? She was usually more careful than this. Her mouth quirked in worry, still struggling for words--but at least she had them now, when she needed them.

"S-sorry, am I tr-trespassing here?" Lily asked, teeth chattering a little with nerves. "I wasn't aware. . .th-this place hadn't b-been claimed, last t-time I was here." The stranger had green-yellow eyes that bored into her like nothing she had seen before, and any sense of self-composure was gone. Now she'd done it; now she was going to fuck things up for the Sanctuary for real.