Silvertip Mountain Scream to the gods that you have lost

apologies for short response !

Ah, the philosophy of death: everyone dies at some point. Agana knew this very well, but the word kept echoing her mind: death, death, death. She shook her head, and attempted to block all these dark thoughts out of her mind. “Enough about death,” she almost spitted, turning her head away, annoyed by where this conversation had gone.
 
Golden gaze shut, a cold breeze brushing in her face, a shiver running down her spine. “You should find yourself another place to rest, you might catch a cold.” Of course there was the possibility of dying here, but she would rather not continue the extremely positive “death-talk”. Agana rose to her feet, tail twitching from the air. “A cave should be around here, somewhere you can continue your sleep.”