The Sunspire A penny for my thoughts

The sun warming her pelt slowly sank in and her trembling lessened some. She would have loved to shake out the water but knew such a motion would likely be more than she could take, so instead needed to dry the more passive way.

She was out of it, deep in thought, when a voice came from an approaching source that was somewhat unfamiliar. Dazed, she looked over. "Oh? Hello." She didn't recognize him, but no unfamiliar scent pervaded the comforting scent of pack so she knew him to be of the Spire. "Been better, but also been worse. I don't think we've had the pleasure?"

No, now that she thought about it, he did look familiar. She studied him a little more closely, trying to figure out when she'd seen him before. Likely it was around. She got the feeling he wasn't exactly new here.