[color=c4df9b]Ettamri Belarence[/color][hr]

[color=c4df9b]"Ah, damn, that's really cold."[/color]

She collapsed the low to the ground tent quickly, shaking off the snow from the fur, rolling the two pieces back together before donning the furry cloak she had been using as a blanket. For the moment, while she was a bit aways from the rest of the group and with no one close, she took off her helm.

[color=c4df9b][i]Damn, been looking out of bars since I was little, and now I have to wear them on my face huh?[/i]
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It was a refreshing sight, seeing all this without anything obscuring her vision for once. Sighing, she picked up a handful of snow, washing her face with it, along with her horn. Feeling how solid it was, she had a feeling that she could headbutt something with it and really do some damage. An insane urge to headbutt a tree came over her as soon as she thought of that, but she figured she can test that out later on, with no one looking. 

Sliding her helm back on, she went back towards the bonfire.

[color=c4df9b]"Oh, you're gutting the rat thing from last night? Is it edible? I'm starving and the stew from last night helped but to only allay my hunger."[/color] She considered her words before adding. [color=c4df9b]"No offense to the cook, for it was not about taste, but volume."[/color]