Dawnlark Plains cold nostalgia chills me to the bone

The stargirl regarded the other coldly as she neared, noting the ripple of muscle beneath snowsoft fur. Though the strange woman was no bigger than herself, it was clear she was built to withstand the cold and to hunt the prey that ran here. Abashed, Yura glanced down at her own stick-like legs. Had they always been this skinny?

A sing-song voice pulled her from her thoughts and she took an explorative step forwards until she was almost nose to nose with the woman. Her demeaner was calm and non-threatening, and Yura soon allowed her scowl to soften to a more nonchalant stare. Two was better than one. "Fine," came her dramatic reply, "but only cause you were nice about it." While she remained stone-faced, the subtle wag of her tail betrayed her true thoughts. It was nice to have company.

Without waiting to see the woman's reaction, Yuralria turned swiftly back to the task at hand in time to conceal a soft smile from watchful eyes. The path here was fresh and not yet covered by snowfall and, as she trotted to examine a patch of grass scraped free by a hoof, her head tilted to look briefly behind. "I'm Yuralria by the way. What's your name?"