Bearclaw Valley little black book

She was a sturdy young girl. Despite now getting a face full of snow, she bounced right back up. Someone's voice called out in concern. A side glance showed Milan coming to stand nearby. Athella didn't look particularly upset. Although, she did look quite disheveled, with her cocoa brown fur now a patchwork of snow.

"Huh? Oh yeah I'm fine. Was just a lil tumble." She remarked, shaking off any loose snow clinging to her hide. And perhaps the after effects of her spill as well. "Wasn't expecting the ground to give out under me like that. Heh, guess it happens when you can't see beneath all this snow."