Kintla Flatlands with my boombox over my shoulder

The wind kept up, but Dawn hardly felt it through the thick mantle she had inherited from her father. Her fur was built perfectly for winter, she had come to find, while Lavender and the other pups seemed to have a little more trouble with the cold. The loner seemed a little bland compared to the likes of which she'd met before, but the yearling figured she might at least try and keep up the conversation and see, perhaps, if she'd gain anything from it. "been in the Teekons for long?" She asked, wondering if the woman had perhaps seen anything of the southern territories she had yet to explore herself.