Live and Learn

The man was very polite, and Ræ allowed herself to relax a bit. Maybe she had a bad habit of coming at things too strongly, but it was nice to know volatile wolves from sane one, right? And that was a good a way as any. Her sudden appearance, while startling, did not illicit any hostility from him. She gave him a small, dry smile. He had a meal already, she had not noticed before. With the whipping of the wind her sense of smell was aswirl with hints of woodland hues, but now that she knew it she could smell the blood, the lingering fear of the kill. Her smile widened. "Certainly more prepared than I, Mister Shadow. My name is Ræsa Finnvi." She bore her family name proudly, a badge of honor here in the North. The daughter of such a formidable woman, Ræ had always felt above fear, as if her blood alone might grant her amnesty to life's tragedies. Her mother often spoke of the gods, their wafting whims, their fickle impulses, but still she had faith in her immortality.

She quirked her head at him. The idea that she need take shelter had been a quiet urging in the back of her mind. She looked around her, her mother's good sense and advice ringing in her ears. Blizzards were a constant winter threat, but Ræ only found herself sighing. How inconvenient. She looked down at the male and quirked a brow. "Might be able to dig out room here beside you, if you don't mind the company." She eyed the tangle of roots beside his own. There was space enough between them to provide a comfortable space; a mess of loose root, lichen, and debris that would not be suited for digging. Perhaps a pace to the side was a hollow dip in the earth just begging to be dug away. she would likely be able to dig in with enough space to house her and the young clouded leopard that travelled with her, and surely the drifting snow would block the rest of the wind before long!