Silver Moraine She's earned her degree

Lilia yawned and stretched. She heard the moisture on Quennell's lips as he made a small sound and looked over, to see drool pooling at the corners of his mouth. Not exactly an attractive sight, but endearing. "Eat," She said, and she flipped over onto her back, allowing one of her forelimbs to drape over his side gently. 

She blinked heavily, and peered up into the sky. The evergreen trees that protected them were tall, lodgepole pine. Their branches weren't terribly long or thick, but the stand of them, staggered the way they were, seemed to cut the wind. They'd struck some good luck in having this place so close to the glacier- the only other places nearby that she knew of were in the opposite direction of her home, and she'd wanted to bring him just a bit closer to the Rise.