Porcupine Ridge gold dust

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They welcomed her, and Nutu was lost in a new world.

The grass along the steep slopes dripped down to the and pooled into the flat they resided in now. The peak sprung up in the distance, and the wind rushed through the valleys with brisk cold. Surrounding, a fence of needle peaks. 

She wriggled her toes again, and rubbed a front paw on the soft ground. It was nothing like the climb to get there.

The lynx's attention drew back softly, and her cheek shied away into a shoulder. "It's nice to meet your face." A meaningless statement next: "I'm Nutu." And they knew that.