Permafrost Hollows my shadow's shedding skin

It was the frown that would set the priestess on edge, wondering how encountering another in such a climate could be anything other than joyous… for there was a safety in numbers so long as those numbers did not delusionally follow the word of a girl solely because of the color of her fur.
 
The question came and her ear twitched lightly, a frown on her features as she looked around, another cloud forming from her maw as she exhaled in a soft sigh. “To warmth.” The cold was far from kind to her and she desired to leave it behind for good.
 
With it, she gave away her own handle of the common tongue despite the accent that carried in her voice. “And you? Where is it you are going?” She had to imagine the woman was wandering through the area just as her. What could there to be hunting in such a cold when all the beasts fled to warmer pastures?
 
She had not asked for a name; she did not particularly care. It had no bearing to her or her journey unless she’d interact with the woman further or in the future, and names held a power which made her want to prevent sharing her own.