Gold-digger

On the day of the fair, the snow fell heavier than usual, a strong cold covering the kingdom. The biting cold could have frozen anyone bold enough to venture outside, but that didn't deter Belle and Mia, nor the many inhabitants of the werewolf kingdom, who seemed just as determined to enjoy the festivities. 

"The fresh air of liveliness!" Mia exclaimed, inhaling deeply as they walked. 

Belle rolled her eyes, tugging her coat tighter around herself. "More like the fresh air of freezing to death. I will be an icicle before I even get to eat my rice cake," she grumbled. 

Mia stepped in front of her, fussing with Belle's head warmer until it sat snugly. She finished with a dramatic pat on Belle's cheeks before dropping her hands.