Lone Star Mountain you fracture light again

Ulloriaq wasn't alone for long.

The noise of pawsteps on rock was barely audible above the whistling of snow and she turned to see a woman cloaked in red enter, clutching something in her mouth. 

"Oh! You found it!" she exclaimed, reaching to gather the sorry patch of hide between her arms. The woman's words fell into background noise as she examined what was left of it, dismayed to see it torn beyond proper use.

Only when she had sighed and placed it back on the ground did she greet the woman properly with a sad smile, trying to piece together what had been said while zoning out. "No, no, I am alright, thank you Reina. Hearthwood - I stayed there last night," her tail waved at the memory. "Your village is beautiful."

Giving her pelt a shake, she looked around at the dimply lit cavern, noting curiously that it seemed to be much deeper than it had appeared on first glance. "I am Ulloriaq. Let's get out of the wind, shall we?"