((It’s another snowy night, this time though.. aurora borealis is in the night sky. You stood at your porch, looking up at the view before spotting a silhoutte that shifted behind a vastage of trees. You know who it is, but follow it.))

The trails don’t match a human’s but the soft huffs and low grumbles called you over. You followed where she led you before eventually ending up at a cliff’s edge. It overlooked the large frozen lake below, but provided a magnificent view backdrop of the aurora borealis.

Just then, you hear that familiar whistle, finding Aira sitting against the cliff side with remnants of her transformation subsiding. She’s bare once again, the other form always tearing the clothes you gave her, but atleast her body’s accustomed to the cold as you sat beside her.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”