Escape

The man spoke truth. It didn't take long to dig an indent in the ground - but Gin could scarcely believe that most wolves would find that satisfactory in these temperatures. He didn't mind the cold one bit, but a lot of wolves would be gritting their teeth in the frigid north. He supposed this man was like he, comfortable in the cold - and even preferring it to the heat of the south. He nodded in agreement, finding no need to add on to that bit of their conversation. He shifted in his seat, his hips rolling as he transferred his weight more to his left side. "I guess I don't really have a home, persay, now that I think about it." He frowned. He'd never been one to stick to any given location for very long. He preferred to wander. "I'll steer clear of the south, then." He commented in response to Hakon's tip that the south was facing a heat wave. "I can't stand the heat. It's miserable." He didn't really know why he felt like sharing that bit of information, it just rolled off of his tongue before he thought to retract it. Still, it wasn't as if he'd divulged too much. If anything, he was just keeping their idle conversation going.

Gin was honestly surprised Hakon was still listening to him. It wasn't as if their conversation was particularly engaging. They were just mere strangers, crossing paths at complete happenstance. He smirked, wondering if the man would rather be left alone. It didn't much matter to Gin if he had company or not, although having a wingman was always a little bit better than going at it on his own all the time. The wind splayed the fur along his back, parting it down his spine for a moment. He shivered, not out of chill but out of the joy of feeling the wind caress his skin. He wondered how long the man would endure his company before going back to what he was doing. Gin knew it would be wise to go find a place to bed down for himself, but the idea of being around a stranger was far too enthralling.