Duskfire Glacier Celebration dance

I've never been able to stand the quiet. She responded to him with a snicker, slipping into the den after him. Have you always lived so high up? She was used to flat plains and permafrost, or thick forests of evergreen trees. Elevation like this was a rare treat.

Laying with legs curled underneath her, feline-esque and content, her ears were happy for a break from the noise of whistling winds. The den really did do a great job of blocking it out. A thick coat of white fur made her suited to the white, snowy taigas, but as well as it could protect her from the cold, you could only learn to tolerate the noise. But, Faust was right; when you learned to block it out, the quiet was often far more overwhelming.