Arrow Lake i hate my yearbook photo

she's unable to think, only to stare at her rescuer with wide eyes, tail curled tightly. her instruction is obeyed without question, the girl sidestepping as quickly as she can, fumbling away clumsily. 

the cold is unbelievable, for lack of a better term. made thin by the famine, it seems now to reside in the marrow of her bones, and she can not stop her quaking; driven equally by shock and chill. "thanks," escapes her, sounding somewhat distant to her own ears, and she reverts back to blinking and staring.