Emberwood Electing strange perfections in any stranger I choose

the ground was beginning to freeze. the topsoil was soft enough to break but the depths below required effort that they couldn't afford to exert. it confused the scout to have seen two of her packmates making the same futile attempt. maybe it's an arctic thing, she thought, and released the subject. 

bhediya chuffed to announce her approach. are you making progress? she asked the blanchard, a smile contrasting her furrowed brow. the two of them, they'd seen each other once before. i'm bhediya. you?