[center][color=indianred][h3]Shanae Eller[/h3][/color]
— Atana Mountain Range —[/center]
While she may have been slightly annoyed at how stuffy her jacket had been as she climbed the first few meters and how puffy the jacket itself was, all those negative thoughts about the article of clothing went out of Shanae’s head as her feet started hitting snow instead of rock and dirt. A glance toward her side told her that Turris really was a steel-type Pokemon as the Aron was happily trudging along, completely oblivious as to how cold his surroundings were. 


[color=indianred]“Quiet morning, huh Turris?”[/color] Shanae asked, sinking another foot into icy snow and applauding herself mentally for buying the thick pair of snow boots that were now fitted snugly on her feet. She didn't even want to think about her cold her toes would have been without the thick layers that were industrial snowshoes and fluffy socks over fluffy socks. [color=indianred]“Feel cold at all?”[/color]


Turris gave his trainer a blue-eyed stare as if to say, (“Not particularly. Have you noticed the steel plates, or have those slipped from your mind as well?”)


[color=indianred]“Oh, I’m hurt!”[/color] Shanae joked, feigning a stab wound. [color=indianred]“And here I thought I meant something to you!”[/color]


The Aron rolled his eyes at his trainer, picking up the pace a little. Despite his short limbs, the Pokemon’s speed over mountainous terrain was not to be looked down on. 


[hr]Shanae (HHG): 12+1
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