kiss from a rose

rain was something ansgar was largely unaccustomed; snow on the other hand he was more than comfortable with. his thick pelt was designed to be a barrier against snow, rain often worked its way to the skin and left the german uncomfortably chilled and itchy even if it was warm at first. when it continued to grow heavier and heavier, at last breaching a downpour, the mottled wolf would snarl in frustration head swinging as he pushed his nose against the snow in attempt to pick up any scents that would lead to a cave. deep brown nose twitched and snuffled, first along the ground, then in the air, but the elements were against him. just as he had begun to give in and started shifting closer to the monstrous wall, a voice would be heard vibrating off the rain. large, sharp skull would turn, amber eyes flashing as he recognised her speech to be of the common tongue. it would unfortunately mean that he should respond in kind, but he would wait until she drew closer to do so.
he could understand english perfectly well, fortunately, even if he was not so good at returning the favour and speaking it so when the woman - oddly bearing no tail - began to ask him whether or not he knew a place to go in order to escape the rain, he replied simply. " nein, afraid not. " his accent was thick, guttural and his words slightly slurred, but it was better than giving no answer at all. his slight form, compact and fluffy turned to face the lighter wolf. a light frown would crease the distinct face, brows pulling inward as he stood still against the wall to prevent receiving the full spray. his amber eyes would gain a thoughtful light as he would hesitantly begin to speak, " wolfsrudel... ah, packs? any near to here? " his thought processes would likely come across as illogical, in the first few seconds anyhow. but after many years living beneath his perfect father, ansgar had come to realise that most, if not all packs had a stable source of shelter - usually for mothers and the aged.
after he spoke, the mottled male would seemingly ignore the woman; it was not on purpose that he did so, for he knew very well she was still there. molten eyes would rove over the surrounds, everything a haze of monotones thanks to the now barely-there snow and pouring rains. the rain had been too warm for the cold bed of white, leaving it with only the option of melting. with a low sigh ansgar would turn patiently back to the woman, ears flickering. he'd been unable to see anything through the haze.