Whitefish River Winter, wintery, winter

With her tail held at a neutral stance and her ears casually pricked at his direction, the Spine Queen listened to what the earthen colored man had to say. His words came off in a tumble, carrying a mixture of different accents that surprised her for a brief second until she was able to piece what he was saying. Fleetscut She echoed with a solemn dip of her nose and the faintest trace of a smile as she continued to watch the man with amusement.

I am Cara, Queen of the Ouroboros She barked back, not a bit ashamed to present her full title to the stranger -- au contraire , she was rather proud. Every time she pronounced such words, no matter how casually, she could feel her chest fill with pride. Pride she hoped her dear idol, Jinx, shared from wherever it was her soul had gone to.
Heaven was a meaningless word to Cara, but that was not really the matter in hand here.

With her tail-tip flicking one last time over her back she began to trudge over the snow in order to cut the large distance between them into a more decent one. She was suddenly tempted to join the man for a quick drink as she approached the small crystalline water he had managed to find by breaking the ice, but as quickly as the thought had appeared into her mind it was dismissed. Aside from his name she did not know anything about the man, and Cara, as you might have already figured was not one to give her trust so easily.

I came out for fresh air, and you? She asked while peering at his face with her pale yellow orbs, You are not from here She noted then, her voice bordering the lines of blatant curiosity.