Porcupine Ridge I'm leaving here tomorrow for a place I don't exist

the stranger calls out; a girl, then, voice careful and light. it is enough for her to drop her guard, stepping down among the rock as she searches for the source. the stars are not going anywhere anytime soon, and she should still have a fair amount of time before the clouds return to hide them from her. 

"I'm not afraid," she answers, softly as she steps around an outcrop and set eyes on the girl finally. her age, she estimates, perhaps a little older. "I'm clementine," she offers as she pauses, tail wafting carefully at her hindquarters in an easy banner of friendship.