Snow Clumps [open] (295 views)

[citrus]

Cold winds, snow and ice covered terrain, and the echoing roar of the Snowager coming from the entrance to the Ice Caves. It all felt so familiar, yet she couldn't remember why. Then again, didn't the nursery woman say that she was born on a mission to Terror Mountain? A soft sigh escaped through her lips, the warm air quickly freezing and fogging in front of her. She pulled the white coat righter around her, trying to preserve what warmth her body could keep inside. While the cold actually provided some strange, far off comfort, it was still freezing her tail off. Speaking of which, her tail was pretty numb right about now. The brown, black, and blue fur was fluffed up as much as it could, curling around her leg, seeing how it was the nearest source of warmth.

And then there was the reddish-orange, striped canine... Tiger... Thing that was kicking up snow with his tusks. The Gruslen plowed through the ice crystals, said snow clinging to his fur for a short time before melting. The Xweetok giggled at the action, glad that at least someone had the energy to goof around right now.

So, why was she back at her birthplace? A mission, of course. However, she had arrived earlier than required so she could become accustomed the to freezing temperature. It was a good thing H.Q. gave her a whole new wardrobe for this mission, like they always do. It was mainly just to blend in a bit better, though it would have been better if they could just give her paintbrushes. But, no. Those were for the higher ups, the elites. Whatever, it didn't matter. What she should focus on is keeping her Gruslen out of trouble... Ourania paused her steps, cerulean eyes scanning the snow in search of the Tyrannian Petpet. Oh, there he was! A small smile graced her lips at the current position the tiger patterned Petpet was in, a large clump of snow sitting on his head while he stared over at the girl, tail thumping happily on the ground.