Silver Moraine the right clothes and the right appearance

A growl and Yuralria felt her enthusiasm ebbing slightly. There was still time to back out, to run to the hills away from Sivaak's domineering figure and into the waiting arms of her mother. But was that what she wanted?

Sobeille's warmth steeled her courage. She was done being a doormat, a girl constantly overshadowed by the feats of her sisters. And while she wanted them both to succeed, there came with it the selfish desire to be better. To be stronger.

A parting touch of her tail to her friend's shoulder, the star watcher nodded and leaped ahead to a large, flat rock. The open fields stretched out before her, snow glittering gold in the late afternoon light. "The plains are our best bet," she called over her shoulder. Caribou trails crisscrossed the land there, and while the beasts were certainly fierce, Yuralria had already proved herself capable of felling one. 

Descending the moraine, she hoped the shake in her step went unnoticed.