Stavanger Bay or if i'll see you again?

The silence was deafening. 

And then she heard it--it was quick, almost indiscernible from the cracks and pops of the rocks and ice. A small invite, not at all threatening, nor a warning for her to stay away. Fleur smiled softly, ready to greet whoever allowed her entrance, but what she saw before her as she ventured deeper made her stop short; a soft whine parted snowy lips as she grazed sun-born eyes over a cowering female.

To appear less threatening, as it was clear that fear was written on the female's face, Fleur made her lithe body even smaller by crouching low and averting her eyes. She crept closer, only close enough to see the female better in her periphery, and she laid her head on her paws.

"Hi..." She greeted softly. "I'm Fleurette, or Fleur, if you'd prefer. Are you alright?"