Permafrost Hollows when springtime came, red robin built a nest,

She's undeniably relieved when the man proves kinder than he seems at first glance, offering a shy attempt at a grateful smile as he offers to lead her to the surface. Thank you, She murmurs, moving to follow him without hesitation. Her gaze drifts over him briefly as they walk, only to fully take in the dazzling effect of his coat. She's never quite seen anything like the frosty bluish colors cloaking the man — but she doesn't let herself stare too long. She tears her eyes away from him when he offers his name, thinking that Wintersbane is a strange name and wondering what sort of parents he must have had. My name is Keen. She returns, refraining from commenting on his pretty fur or his weird name. Instead, she asks a little tentatively, speaking carefully to avoid stuttering again: Is there anything... cool in these tunnels?