Frosted Tundra — [aw] how she bleeds

Fawn has only just woken up in this strange place a day ago, and already she has begun to travel around the landscape slowly. The notion that she didn't have a map sets in. I need to seek out a book and satchel from somewhere. The girl thinks to herself as she roams the snowy tundra. It is a vast expanse of quiet frozen landscape, where the large, vibrant, and glowing lights dance against the ground. The sight was a mesmerizing display to admire. Fawn was exploring, looking for something that might resemble a ruin of an old city, when the smell of copper and metal tickle her nose, interrupts what she is doing.. Blood. But who? Her head tilts curiously. Following the trail of the smell it will eventually lead her to another big cat. She is just as beautiful as Fawn was- if not prettier. Her fur was well kept and clean, unlike the small cut she was smelling in the stranger's presence.  She keeps at least six wolf's tail lengths between them, just enough for a distance; but they can still hear one another easily. Hello, I am Fawn. Are you okay?  The lion inquires with a slow blink. I smelled blood so I came to investigate. she explains to the other. Can I help?, I am a healer? she asks, trying to peer at the wound. --- Speech.