Duskfire Glacier colors and shapes, the imaginary

She needed to take Caracal back to the caldera within the next few days. For the moment, though, her little brother had absconded into one of the nearby territories. He said he wanted to do some exploring on his own. She couldn't fault him—he was growing up and becoming independent—though she did worry a bit. Even Meerkat preferred to buddy up for most forays outside of the territory.

The yearling sat patiently at the borders, keeping an eye out for his return, and took the opportunity to give herself a very intensive grooming. By the time she finished, her fur was damp. Although she felt cleaner, she also felt colder. Meerkat rose onto all fours, shook out her freshly washed pelt and prepared to begin walking to get some blood flowing.

Then a howl rose up nearby. Although she didn't fancy herself any kind of guardian, there was something vaguely familiar about the voice. Meerkat trotted in that direction, a curious expression on her face which transformed into a smile when she spotted Njord's unmistakable figure.

"Bonnie day!" she called out to him, laughing lightly as she came to a halt a few feet away. "Bet you didn't expect to find me here," Meerkat remarked, pale tail swinging. "Welcome to Duskfire Glacier. What brings you here?"