Honey crouched, slowly easing herself out of the hollow log. The frigid snow speared at her pawpads as she did so. She rested on a patch of snow, enjoying the leafbare winds as they wove around her fur, bringing with them promises of better lives.
"I'm alright. I had a loss recently, but I'm healthy, and that's more than some cats can say. Thank you for asking. And I'm glad to hear that you're not one of those cats." She ruffled her fur, painfully aware of how stilted she sounded.
"How are you?" she asked, feeling that it was only polite to reciprocate. Moon looked robust enough despite the season, her eyes alert as she scanned the clearing, so she knew that the answer would probably be positive.
She had finally gotten used to the snow's stinging, feeling it fade from prickling to a dull murmur, a reminder that the cold could hurt. If she could get used to the bitter cold nipping at her paws, maybe she could also get used to being alone. @
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