Permafrost Hollows my shadow's shedding skin

Forgetting her own looks, and that she was closer to flame than frost, Indra spotted the stranger first for their muddy feet and then the blackness of their nose, and plunged forth to seek them.

She left Colt behind, working her way to the cover of sad and brittle trees or the nearest barren ice shelf; neither would hide her enough.

In an attempt to be mysterious (which was doomed to fail, naturally) Indra circled and circled, until finally choosing a route that would draw her up behind the stranger.

They knew she was there, regardless. They spoke, even! The girl had thought she was doing well as a sneak and a thief, yet was found immediately, and besides there was nothing she could see worth taking.

It was a bit deflating. Indra's posture hid nothing as she popped in to view: a frown, folded ears, her usual slovenly and low posture.

Where you going? She was genuinely curious.