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There was a cool mist drifting down from from the mountains, pushed in by the drizzling clouds. It was one of those rains that soaked her pelt, no matter how had she tried to stay dry. It made Ivev feel old, because her bones and muscles would ache with the murky atmosphere.

Ivev had retreated back into the canopy of pines when she saw another wolf padding along the embankment. The stranger's voice reached the Spine female before she could really make her out- and the chocolate creature was grumbling about how mushy the snow was. Normally, Ivev loved snow, but she couldn't help but agree. The white patches on the ground had lost all their form and texture, and were sad little husks of their usual glittering selves.

It is a little damp out, isn't it? Ivev called out in a friendly response, stepping onto the pebbly shore to reveal herself. But her nose twitched then and she could smell the sharp aroma rolling off the stranger. Halting, the white wolf wavered, one paw in the air, realizing the awkwardness of it all. The other female was in season- and Ivev hoped she wouldn't be too grouchy and lash out.
However, Ivev had questions. She had originally thought a wolf's heat coincided with cold temperatures... and it was rather muggy out.