Alpine Lake i would swim

of course!

the woman's eyes, even at this distance, reminded her of cry's own gaze: unyielding chips of sunlit ice. would she not be free of him, even here? it was the ghostly demeanour that held her aside, however, but when the figure called to her, kukutux relaxed somewhat. this was no spirit, just a wolf of pale hues.

and so she drew closer, assuming the called word to be one of invitation. "this woman greets you," the duck murmured, ducking her head for a moment. however, as the stranger was a woman, kukutux did not feel compelled to grant her usual formal submission. she would, however, wait untl her strange companion spoke again, and until that time, the girl's gaze flickered with curiosity over the other's scars.