Small paws slapped the ground quietly, the dust that she has grown so used to not ever rising from the ground and powdering young Ouija's legs red. Big black eyes blink rapidly against the dry wind, little black lips parted just enough for her signature look to appear once more: a pink tongue rolls between sharp teeth, panting despite the freezing temperatures just outside of the fiery pit. A small rock, coated with the tiniest bit of frost, provides just enough space to hide behind.

'God damn mutt.' we growl in unison, unimpressed with her energy level while you plod along, playing into her constant game. "Oouuuiiiijjjjjaaaaaa." you call, ears swiveling around on either side of your thick, curly forelock. Jagged hooves clap on the hard pact earth, making much more noise than the kit had when she had passed over this same worn trail just moments ago. Months ago, this would have stressed you out to a point of walking sideways and profusely sweating in the dead of winter, but finally you've accepted the adventurous and playful side of your fox child.

As you slink toward the small boulder, Ouija crunches into a pouncing position, her tail sticking straight out behind her to find the balance that she lacks with all four feet pressed together. Just as you reach around the dusty chunk of earth, your sensitive ears prick at the sound of distant music. Frozen in your steps, you keep your left fore picked up, your back right tipped on it's rough edged hoof. Ouija, still hidden, lays her ears back as you freeze, wobbling back and forth while she tries to stay in place.

Bloodied skull lifts from the dusty floor, empty eyes scanning your surroundings with caution, body still immobile and cocked uncomfortably. It only takes a few seconds for the scent to catch up with the sound, and though it is labeled unfamiliar in your mind due to the icy grip of Frostfall, the soft tones in her song and briny coating of salt air mix together perfectly.

Alysanne.

Your lips curl into a hearty smile, stained teeth visible behind maroon lips as you relax your stance in hopes of not looking like an idiot to the painted female. Finally, Ouija flops over onto her right side, causing you to flinch at the soft thunk from behind the rock you stand only feet away from. She clamors to her feet, ears laid back in an irritated fashion before she peeks up at you from around the natural shield. Dark eyes narrow and bore into you, obviously unimpressed with your lack of attention. A false apology toys with your tight lips and you shrug down at the snow creature.

"Come on." you whisper, a hint of pleading laced in your words before you set off to meet the Doctor. Reluctantly, a small sigh exits her dark, wet nose, and the kit finds herself following right behind your heels. The flat terrain makes it easy to find the Paint, as you spot her from quite a distance before pause in your tracks, allowing Ouija to blow past you and try to screech to a halt. 'She's not very impressed with you today boy.' we state, the obviousness of our words only more emphasized with the continued glare that she shoots back your way. You ignore us, watching the beautifully pieced Doctor, hoping that she spots you from a far as you had her.

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