Fox's Glade ocean eyes

the quiet Cole speaks of had not been kind to her. it was lonely and cold, and just an ever-present reminder of everything that's transpired this past few weeks. "perhaps. but quiet can also be lonely." she murmured. "i am not used to it. and i'm not sure if i ever will be." 

winnie finds herself smiling again, although bashfully. her eyes avert and she shifts small paws awkwardly in the snow. skin beneath the fur of her cheeks felt warmer. he was charming, even perhaps when he wasn't trying to be. a charming brute. she wasn't quite sure how those two qualities could mix. 

"thank you," she whispered. eyes follow his, where she peers out at the valley with a new curiosity. "it seems so...open. vast. i grew up on the coast. near the sea." suddenly she felt homesick, such a bittersweet feeling. she wishes so badly she could go home. but perhaps she'd be better off trying to find the charm Cole mentioned. 

"would you...like to join me for a walk, Cole?" she asked oh so tentatively, as if expecting rejection.