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Blanch giggled maniacally as she ducked and rolled across the small clearing containing her half built snow fort. She paused her pretend battle as she popped back up onto her paws. The soft freshly fallen snow crunching between her fuzzy pads as she wiggled happily. She had been able to find enough fallen branches and tree dander to give a base for the snow to pile on and create a makeshift igloo to crawl into. With that started, she had turned her attention on creating a snow Major she could delegate her demands to. His base had been sturdily built, and now she was working on his torso. She grabbed more snow in her paws and tried to pack it in tight. He was coming along nicely.

She nodded to herself as she stepped back, analyzing his build so far. It seemed he was now ready for arms. She swirled around quickly, not realizing how close her furry tails came to knocking down all of her progress. She looked to the forest floor and frowned. Blanch, without realizing it, had used up all of the loose branches in the area for the construction of her igloo. 'Oh well' she thought to herself. 'There should be more further from the clearing'. She turned back to her half built Major, tails just brushing the top layer of his abdomen. "Major" She yelled out to the torso. "Keep the area secure while I go into enemy territory for supplies. Call out to me if there's trouble." With a quick nod she wandered away from her clearing, her footsteps filling in without her notice.

A few minutes into the forest brought her to a pause. The trees were much closer together here. "....Major." She called out, looking all around her. "I forgot to ask... Any preference on what your arms look like?" She took a few more steps, finally seeing the snow coming down around her. Mostly because that was basically all she could see after five feet in front of her. "Major?" Her voice wavered as she continued to call out. Maybe he hadn't heard her before. "Sound off Major!" Her voice high pitched now. She had no idea what direction her fort and the Major were. Not to mention how to get home. And her parents would worry about her for sure now. Blanch cursed under her breath. She was in trouble now.

Blanch's lungs were starting to burn a little as the cold air rushed in quickly, not having any time to cool coming down her trachea. Her breathes were coming in quck and shallow now with her panic. Her ears had been fully upright, listening for any clues that would lead her to her fort for her to bunker down. The second she heard the voice calling out her ears fell flat against her head and she scrunched up into her body on the forest floor. "Mm--major? Is that you?" The feminine voice surprised her. But good for the war effort for giving equal opportunities to mares. Blanch blinked the thought away and processed what the voice had said. Kitsune? Blanch had never heard of a Kitsune before, and she certainly didn't think it was a new title her Major had earned. "I don't know what a Kitsune is.... but I also don't know where I am..." Blanch tried to steady her voice, refusing to acknowledge the failure that was happening.

"Just so you know, I have a very strong friend near by, so no funny business!" Blanch lifted her head slightly as she called out into the trees and the snow. Her fear still controlling her, but if she didn't get off the forest floor now, she would be covered in snow.

Blanch quickly rose the rest the way to her feet after hearing the stranger say "Safe". She could just see a smear of purple between all the white. "Mm--my name is Blanch!" She called out, trying to get the large mare to notice her. She was about to run the last few feet to her savior when she noticed the abundance of tails on her backside. Her eyes went wide as she marveled at how thick and plentiful they were. Her eyes were wide as the word "Marvelous" escaped under her breath. It took her less than an instance to happily bound over and excitedly admire the tails up close.

Blanch smiled widely up at the mare, eyes shining with wonder. "I have tails too!" Blanch bent her elbows so her butt could stick up higher, all three tails waving the drifting snow around her into a tizzy. Blanch couldn't help her excitement. She had been told horror stories of fluffy horses, but they had been evil. This mare didn't seem evil. Though, Blanch had never actually met evil before, so it was possible she wouldn't recognize it. She just couldn't contain her excitement meeting someone fluffy like herself. "Have you always had tails?"