it's already almost dawn;; winter

[MARINA]

Being so used to the tropical weather hadn't prepped Marina for the overwhelming cold that was blowing through the dreaded neutral lands. Hell, even the strange fog was out of the ordinary. Loathing to find the source, Marina followed it across the land and to the strange clearing. As she approached, the jaguar shook out her pelt furiously. No warmth rewarded her either way. Unsatisfied, yet intrigued, she walked with uncertainty towards the group as her multicolor gaze landed upon the gifts before them.

She paused before the group, giving a light shrug. "I dunno," she enthused in response to Redvox's groan. It seemed like no one else knew why they were here either, but Marina was sympathetic in the fact that it wasn't just her following the fog. If she didn't, it would of actually driven her insane. "At least we ain't crazy for followin' some mist." A light chuckle left her. "Glad I ain't no schiz." Not that she would judge though.

"Marina, by the way." She offered an elegant wave of her paw. "Native of The T-"

'One.'

The word intervened her introduction, causing her to fall silent. Cold air brushed against her fur once again. With a sigh, she harshly shivered. "Well, I'm guessin' we take one." Her eyes scanned the group, counting those who showed up. With more than four, there had to be only a select few that would receive the gifts. She hadn't figured that out just yet. "But who takes what?"