Tragedy was exhausted. Winter had hit the young woman hard. Her pelt had fluffed up. The body's attempt at keeping the harsh wind from touching her skin. Green orbs scanned the icy horizon. It sure was freezing here. Well, where ever the girl was. Shaking her pelt, the brown woman journeyed on. Just above the ground rose the ruins of a large vessel. Tragedy had never seen such a construction. The oak brown wolf didn't even have a name for such a... thing. Head tilted as extreme curiosity took over Tragedy's mind. Dainty paws carried her closer and closer. However, a powerful, frigid wind stopped the female within her tracks. Tragedy hunched over in an attempt to shield her face from the biting cold. "This place could sure use a source of warmth," she noted aloud. Tragedy would sniffle a few times to try to keep feeling within her nose.

Since coming back to Boreas the male had been lingering around the north. He was indifferent about the season and thought they all shared pros and cons. Winter seemed to suck the life out of anyone, even those whom claimed to enjoy the snow. The blistering frost and ice that seemed to sting the bottom of his paws. Though, he hadn't worked up the energy to move souther yet. Soon he would meet with his brother Kane and after that his agenda would be completely wiped clean. Miach had no obligations or priorities. He was an extremely neutral being and a blank slate. The world couldn't be more promising for the male. Miach moved his way towards the steel structure. Rust had overcome the metal much more then the last time he had seen it. Though, what caught his attention were the fresh tracks in the snow. Slowly new snow covered their very existence but they were new enough to still be noticeable. With a tiny shrug he decided to investigate. Why wouldn't he? The Adravendi moved his way towards the hunk of metal with ease. Soon he turned a corner and a strong gust of wind slowed his roll. The male lowered his form with bent knees and flat ears. Red eyes narrowed as he hissed to himself. As the wind died down the male was able to make out the form of a femme. Her scent barely made it to him due to the chaotic gusts and the notes failed to tell him anything. It was hard to pinpoint scents of packs when you had no idea if any of them still stood. Miach nodded to himself before moving closer to the woman. The beast was behind her and didn't wish to frighten her to much therefore he let forth loud vocals as he reached about seven tail lengths away. "It may be wise to head inside!" Hopefully no other creatures inhabited the S.S.

Tragedy was not startled by the voice. She had scented a slight change in the air. However, the girl wasn't sure if she was making scents up or not. Green orbs turned to look at the stranger. Shoot. The man had a handsome face. Tragedy's fur immediately began to feel warm. She had not asked for a man to find her... not that it was a bad thing, just that Tragedy was not very good at talking to the opposite sex. "Y...Yeah!" she stammered out gleefully. Tragedy then turned back around and began heading towards the vessel. Her toes here spread out, so she would have better grip on the slick ground. Gusts of chilling air continued to pound her. The girl hunkered down with ears flattened every now and then, so her ears would not get frozen out. Her nose, however, was like ice.

Miach hardly noticed the femme's nervous mannerisms. They were masked by that of a snow storm. The winds were hefty and snow pelted their dark bodies with ease. He focused on her form as she entered the vessel. He wished to ensure the dark toned babe made it into the ship safely. As she made her steps onto the metal he followed at her rear. His own ears were flat against his crimson skull and his blood red eyes narrowed to avoid the onslaught of snowflakes. "Do not worry I am right behind you. Continue inside I am sure this storm is to only get worse!" His baritone vocals almost lost to the wind as he moved at her pace. His own nose formed little crystals as the moisture froze. As they continued on he moved to take the lead, heading into the mouth of a large entrance to the main hall of the vessel. His head remained low as his mouth opened to taste the air. He thought over the probability of other creatures waiting out the storm. Yet, his senses came up empty. Miach exchanged a glance with the fae before moving inside completely. Wind wizzed around through the open windows but it was much less harsh now that he was inside. "I did not miss these cruel winters.." The male moved to sit on the cold metal with a bit of a sigh. Though, it felt better then sitting on ice or snow.. ""

Tragedy's stomach tightened as the male followed. She could feel his presence behind her. Luckily, the cold kept her nervousness from getting the best of her. Claws clicked against the chilled metal as she entered the gapping mouth of the strange mountain of a thing. Ears perked for a fraction of a second to listen to what the stranger stated. Yes, it was certain the storm would only worsen, and the brown woman didn't intend on being in the middle of it. She shook her pelt clean of as much snow as possible as she moved the rest of her body within the vessel. It still was cold, but not as much as it was when the wind hit her outside. Bright, curious, green eyes looked to the man. An amused smile tilted the ends of her lips up. "I prefer warmth of being cold," she agreed with her own words. Tragedy turned her head upwards then left to right to peer around. Slight light entered the area, but not near enough to outline everything that was in the ship.

Snow fell from his pelt as he sat. Miach remain a few tail lengths away from the lady in order to be respectful. He was a gentleman but was also not very.. romantic. He did not carry a strong urge to flirt or enchant. Perhaps one day a sparkling Wolf would brighten his day enough to catch that crimson gaze. But, it would take someone truly special. Thus, as he sat he remained neutral for the most part. "I am Maich Adravendi, by the way." It was a polite gesture and only natural when stuck in a metal den with a stranger. "What were you doing out there all alone?" A brow raised as he inquired more about the female. Why would such a lithe creature be venturing a snow storm? ""