Permafrost Hollows got chrome in the bloodstream

She had settled into a bit of a routine in the asscrack of rock that was now her home. She slept in her little "apartment" there at night, woke up whenever she felt like it, and then roamed around seeking out recruits or suitors (or both). Sequoia had yet to find a worthy suitor, but she reassured herself that she had plenty of time. Spring and summer were still months away, and Mahler had more or less promised her the wellbeing of her future children.

When she spotted a swarthy male up ahead, she smirked to herself. Target acquired! He had pretty markings down his back, and he looked structurally sound. Yes, these were the things she was looking for. Well, at least at first. The other stuff she could train into a boy, she told herself.

Hey handsome, she greeted, taking in a breath of his scent and with it came the color her brain associated with him. A dark, dark red.