Step.
Step, step.
I follow in Eris's footsteps, playing a little game with myself as we trek through the snow. Each time she leaves a fresh imprint, I try my best to step perfectly into it, matching her stride exactly.
I don't know why I'm doing this.
But it's… weirdly fun.
It kind of reminds me of cats—the way they move so fluidly, their hind paws landing perfectly where their front paws just were, minimizing noise, maximizing balance. Efficient. Precise. Elegant.
And since I'm a catgirl now…
I'm naturally really good at this!
Also—
I notice that Eris's footprints are slightly bigger than mine.
Not that I have a foot fetish or anything…
But for some reason, this feels like good information to know.
Hehe.
Just as I'm mentally noting this crucial discovery—
Boop!
I slam right into Eris's back.
"Wha—?!"
She had stopped walking, and I was too distracted looking down to notice.
I stumble backward, flailing, the world tilting sharply as I nearly fall flat on my ass.
