Duskfire Glacier where do you go? oh, where do you stay?

The two piebalds, though different in appearance, were quite similar by their natures. Healers at heart, oft plagued by tediousness or sleeplessness. It was not for the same reasons that she found herself upon the fields of ice, for the shepherd had been suffering thoughts of her last son, but it was where the two happened to find themselves all the same.

With a whispering noise of greeting, the fluffy cur moved to trot up to the wren's side and fall in place with her nimble pawsteps -- tropical gaze of seaglass finding her companion's spring optics of peridot with a glint of familiar warmth.