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The cold never really bothered her. In Russia the cold was brutal, you would freeze if you didn't know how to get warm quickly. She had been taught by members of her group how to dig a holehdeep into the snow, slide inside and pack it with your body. The snow would cover you up again but the little pocket of packed snow prevented it from suffocating you. She knew she would have to do this again if she didn't find a pack to settle with, though the notion of joining one was new to her. 

She travelled along the edge of the gorge occasionally pausing to look over the edge and stare down into the long deep crevice. In certain areas the drop turned to more of a steep cliff that would cause some damage while rolled down before dumping you into the water. She imagined it, that way to die and shivered as she pried her gaze away from it and spotted someone in the distance staring down. Curiosity got the better of her and she approached, eyeing the form of the stocking marked female. "Hello" she chuffed, offering a friendly upturn of her lips.