Verdant Basin coconut sharks in the water

Cinder didn't seem upset by the white lie. He only expressed enthusiasm over her name, which teased a grin out of her. She considered telling him she'd fibbed about her age too, though she didn't want to press her luck. Besides, what did that really matter?

"I think it's the name of a fish," she answered honestly, chuckling a little at the name Jim. Where had that come from? "See these?" she continued, ducking her snout to touch her nose against the white bands on her forelegs. "I guess these fish called rorquals have markings like these or something."

She was getting dangerously close to thinking of the two women who'd given her such a name, so to distract herself and steer the conversation, Bat suddenly pointed at one of the nearby hillocks. It was covered in a powdery dusting of snow. "I bet it'd be fun to roll down that. Wanna go for it?"