Camping wasn't as easy as it had been prior to the onslaught of snow, and Mao had always been the type to prefer sitting out under the stars— not dwelling in a tent. The safety of a tarp over her head and the inherent warmth of such a closed space, however, wasn't something she could argue against.
After all, as much as she enjoyed staring up at the sky from the Mistwood, freezing while doing so wasn't particularly appetizing.
But really, the only true downside was the simple fact that Mao was a little less prepared for encroaching animals— or people, in this case— closing in on her encampment... especially when they hovered above the ground, no less. Such is why, as she heard the zipper to her tent suddenly start to unzip, the woman could only awkwardly wriggle out of her sleeping bag as fast as she could...
Before ultimately sitting up, still half in the bag, and coming face to face with Olga, whose horns were preventing her from fully entering the tent. "..."
"Can I help you?"
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