POPPY: Wolf lady? What are you doing here?

LYRA: Are you also doing Winter Praise? I've never seen you around here before.

SIF: We usually wait a bit further into the winter.

KEN: And why are you alone?

SIF: They.are pretty tired.

POOF: Uhm, guys, why is she carrying a bottle of red water...?

KEN: Don't wave thst around in front of the puppies!

POPPY: Hah! Mini-me ain't afraid of some blood, and neither am I!

POOF: Uh... Yeah, yeah no blood scares me at all, none at all. Chuckles Nervously

POPPY: That's the spirit!

SIF: Of course not, I wouldn't imagine any of you being so faint-hearted. Seems we're climbing the same mountain, care if I join you?

POPPY: To steal my glory? No, way!

SIF: Oh, okay...

Lyra rolls her eyes

LYRA: It's alright, Sif. Poppy's just joking.

SIF: Okay, let us go than.

They dash away

POPPY: I wasn't joking! This mountain is mine! I even brought a flag! Ugh, whatever.

She runs after them

LYRA: Hey, Sif, do you celebrate Winter Praise like the rest of us, or do you have a wolf take on it?

KEN: You mean, except doing it the old way?

SIF: What other way is there to praise the great Fenrir?

KEN: And Mawu.

SIF: Yes, yes... her too.

POPPY: What do you mean by "the old way"?

LYRA: In the old days, Lupinians offered their blood to the gods. Nowadays, we used mashed red berries instead.

POPPY: What?! That's so lame!

KEN: I do not think the gods care, Poppy.

SIF: Of course they do, offering berries is no sacrifice, blood shows true dedication and true faith.

POPPY: Yeah, dedication and... TRUE FAITH... I don't care about some stupid gods! Why did you bring me here?!

KEN: You came by your own will, Poppy.

POPPY: No... No... Noooooo!

They all continue walking up the mountain.