[Seasonal Event] The morning after

Rather than respond verbally to Remi's taunting, Isla merely roared her displeasure, snorting at the snow before trudging after him. The Woodlands seemed like a good idea, in fact - the deep snow was unwelcome especially on the underside of her new pelt, and she followed Remi much less gracefully - at first. He was not wrong about instinct, and somewhere on their trek through the Settlement she seemed to find her paws, trotting up beside him and nudging against him with her shoulder. Swatting some snow at him with her paw, she snapped her teeth playfully and bounded out towards the fields with her tail high, a tawny blob against the tundra. This isn't so bad when you get used to it, huh? She glanced over her shoulder at him. How do you ever get anything done, being able to do this at a whim? ISLA pray for me pray to me