Kintla Flatlands For just as Every Seed holds the Power

Everest let out a shake of her coat as if wanting to shake the cold out of it. Of course, she had her winter coat already grown in so it wasn't as if she would freeze. The places she did feel the cold like her nose, or even the insides of her ears, made it so she felt the cold almost everywhere else. Everest was glad there wasn't a storm out to make it worse. Still, a concerned thought billowed in the back of her mind about an eventual storm coming if she didn't keep moving. Anxious thoughts like this happened whenever there was any downtime to her day, both in lack of mental stimuli or even a pause in doing something. 

A rather stormy looking wolf with orange eyes soon called out to Everest and made its way toward her. Upon coming closer, Everest could smell that it was a female who was considerably older than herself, and a scent of the rain or a thunderstorm was present. Secretly, the smell of thunderstorms was one of her favorite things so already Everest was a little more comfortable and curious than she would have normally been. Still, a nervous paw lifted itself from the ground as the woman approached. 

"Oh, hello there.." Everest said nervously. "I.. uh.. yes, hehe.. Bad winter, very cold." Everest finished her statement with an awkward smile, ears pinned back a little out of shyness. So much for setting a good first impression.