[ Red gathers her feet under herself and shakes her snow-matted hair out of her face. Her skin is red, banking on chapped, but she is not yet so cold that she is worried. She can still see the safety of her home, which is guaranteed warm and dry.
The sudden voice startles her at first (she's not sure that she will ever get used to not being able to smell people coming) but she bounds up to South when she recognizes her. On the way, her brain clicks through the unfamiliar phrase, checking the words against established associations. 'Polar' implies cold. 'Club' is a... group? A more general group than mates or family. Weird. She has no context for 'bear.']
Is that where you're going? [ She cocks her head and starts to lean in to feel the fabric of South's jacket with her face-- and then remembers that humans don't have six-inch long ginsu knives attached to their hands and typically touch with those instead. She squeezes at the thick material curiously.]
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The sudden voice startles her at first (she's not sure that she will ever get used to not being able to smell people coming) but she bounds up to South when she recognizes her. On the way, her brain clicks through the unfamiliar phrase, checking the words against established associations. 'Polar' implies cold. 'Club' is a... group? A more general group than mates or family. Weird. She has no context for 'bear.']
Is that where you're going? [ She cocks her head and starts to lean in to feel the fabric of South's jacket with her face-- and then remembers that humans don't have six-inch long ginsu knives attached to their hands and typically touch with those instead. She squeezes at the thick material curiously.]