In that funny lookin' car with the little blinkin’ lights

Tempest was a bit surprised by the appearance of the dark brute, especially given how much larger he was than herself. But she didn’t flinch or tear away. Instead her golden eyes focused on him, unflinching, her ears lifted curiously as she examined him. The female cocked her head ever so slightly to the side, nostrils flaring as she breathed in. The water masked his scent, though her own had nothing hiding her own. Not that she’d ever met her father before… how would she have known this man was the very one who sired her?

After a moment of examining the male she made her decision. He certainly didn’t look weak… just cold. He was older than her, but hell, wouldn’t be the first time she’d approached an older male that had caught her interest. She had no sexual desire for him, but that was alright. Curiosity was fine.

“You look pretty damn cold.” Tempest pointed out, arching a brow as she scented the air again. It seemed that his scent was the one that she was the one she noticed… so no one had stolen her prey.

“Must be rather ballsy to swim this close to freezer weather.” She was examining his scars, feeling a bit impressed. “You look like you could use some warming up. I’m not exactly fond of touchy feely stuff but maybe if you give me your name I’ll make an exception and let you lay by me for a bit.” Tempest smirked. It was his call… he could play by her rules and get warm or he could sit there shivering.