Sawtooth Spire Snowdrift and Sadness

She would have been satisfied to keep to herself, were it not for the perceived expectation to socialize. Ainhoa worried what the leaders might think if she remained reclusive, and so set out with that thought, hoping to meet someone new. 

The distant figure of a woman called Ainhoa closer. She chuffed once near enough and drew in beside the stranger, discretely picking the scents from her fur. What had she been up to?