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It had been exactly two and a half days since Pepper had arrived at The Ugly Cloth, and already she was feeling more at home. Outside of Hanabi’s huffs, Pepper was welcomed more often than she was snubbed, and that was when she was acknowledged at all. Most of the time, eyes averted and Pepper was left to her own devices. She didn’t necessarily mind this. It was better than being actively antagonized and even thou...

It was cold. And there was fog. The familiarity of the fog was not the most important observation Pepper had made when she first opened her eyes. There, surrounded by dead trees that poked out of the icy land, a Scarfox lay in the snow, slowly melting the crystals around her with the tightness of the essence that made her who she was. Existence was such a messy thing someti...