The Light Footed Path in the Fresh Snow [Open]

The icy air whistled around Yu'ukina ears, causing her skin to tingle and sting. Her long, rich chocolate colored hair hung in waves around her, stirred only slightly as she moved. Fingers and toes are warm, however, and it's a good feeling. Snug inside her cold-protecting layers of clothes, nothing can spoil the overwhelming feeling of being taken back to childhood in her eyes, the good memories.

The urge to make a snowball is all consuming and she had to restrain herself from lying down on the fresh blanket of snow and making a snow angel. Every step she take leaves a fresh, crisp footprint in the snow, as if she were the only person to have ever been here. Snowflakes fall gently from the sky, tickling the end of her nose and tempting her to stick out my tongue and have a taste.

Nearby, a huge polar bear does just that. She's sprawled on her back and rolling in the fresh crispness of first morning snow. A soft giggle slipped from the woman's lips as she turned to watch her companion with bright sapphire colored eyes. "Oh, Rikka, you silly thing." She said, her giggles quieting. Moments like this, she loved.

A girl watches as her small cub charge forward in the foot prints. Her breathe caused white smoke to escape her mouth. Strangely enough; she felt no cold. The warm, fuzzy layers of coats and furs made sure of that. She looked at Ouni with a glance of concern. Did she need to keep him warm by holding him? Did his mother keep him under toe when she was alive? She watches as he does a faceplant into some snow. A loud round of luagher at that as she walks forward to pick him up. "Silly Ouni!"

She contiues to follow the tracks, wonder what it was they were following. Maybe one of her friends had wandered out farther? Eh, she'd gone much farther to her usual fishing spot. The young cub starts to shiver, making her pause. Well; if you prefer 'Paws' for a pun then just imagine that. Worst pun ever she knows. She takes the small cub and pulls her hood up. She slips himn onto her shoulders. He gladly sits there, half leaning half laying on her head for support.
She giggles.

Walking forward she pawses - okay that one was accidental. She pauses, looking forward to see a girl giggling at her. . . Polar bear? Okay, fair enough. She brings an arm into the air and waves. She didn't wanna just barge in, she wanted to know if that was alright with the girl; hence her waving.