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

her pelt is interesting, unlike anything she's seen before. it seems almost otherworldly, and she'd rather like to know if it feels as soft as it looks. heat rises to her cheeks, and her gaze falls to the snow. auds flick forward as she moves to regain her composure, unsure of what blip had been, exactly. 

it is only when she speaks again that her gaze returns to the girl, and finds then the feathered bundle perched there. she blinks, feeling sharply that she's missing out, now. first Q, and now Lumiya; the raccoon she'd tried to coax down from the tree had only given her a fresh cut across her muzzle. "no, no — it's pretty. what's its name?" she queries gently, attempting to ignore that soft rise of envy.