~ Wandering Souls ~ Stranger/joiner/intruder? ~

[Mistrim]

It was one thing to get knocked off your paws a little, it was another thing entirely to look up from the snow only to see two strangers near you.

If she could’ve, she would’ve screamed, although with the misuse of her voice (or lack thereof), it caused only a small little squeaky noise to emit from the equally small fox. There was a small feeble attempt to flutter her wings, although they were quickly stilled by the bitter winds.

Seeing as her current appeasement of the situation must be social, as running would probably result in a nasty fall and fighting...well that wouldn’t work at all seeing as it wasn’t in her nature, she decided to try out her voice for the first time in who knows how long.

”I...um.” She had to clear her throat out a bit, the noise coming out nearly unintelligible with the garbled but quiet voice. ”Yea...yes I’m a bit lost?...” She phrased it almost like a question, this time her voice had cleared up though, a large improvement from before.

Her gaze shifted towards the other one, instantly shrinking away from the waggling of his paw, despite the joking demeanor. ”I mean I’m okay?...Kinda?” There was a pause. She didn’t want to be a bother to these two new people. Although considering her current state, it’s hard to say she doesn’t want help.

Her outer thoughts were only portrayed by a slight tuck of the tail and a small shirk away from the others. Her wings lay flat against her in an attempt to keep in any available heat. Eventually, her eyes, which had at some point pointed away from the pair, turned towards them again.

”If you had a...uh, warmer place that would be great...” Its a bit hard to tell the last few things she said, considering it dropped even lower in volume as she spoke. Everything about Mistrim spoke of a meekness unrivaled. How she survived so long on her own is a miracle and a mystery.