8/4/2025, 8:28 PM
The great front paws of polar bears stop for nobody and nothing. This includes the little Häti. As she dips and dives between immense weapons, Murgrind only continues her slow, lumbering march with a flace that is nothing but blase. Realistically, Murgrind doesn't have much to say as to whether or not Häti clings onto her. They're a solitary beast at their deepest, unused to company. And if she were to speak true? It's a bit nice, to walk shoulder-to-shoulder with another.
"A'course I got's me a name. Wot, you'se yote's got no names?" Thick black lips shift and curl slightly, seemingly just as amused with this predicament as she is. Down the beach they trundle, as Murgrind moves forward. Onward, towards those frigid northerly wastes she so lovingly calls her home. How that bone-cutting freeze of the Diamond Beach whispers her name. "I could see 'em callin' you'se scrawnies."
"A'course I got's me a name. Wot, you'se yote's got no names?" Thick black lips shift and curl slightly, seemingly just as amused with this predicament as she is. Down the beach they trundle, as Murgrind moves forward. Onward, towards those frigid northerly wastes she so lovingly calls her home. How that bone-cutting freeze of the Diamond Beach whispers her name. "I could see 'em callin' you'se scrawnies."
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