Trust me when I say...

☥ As the wind howled around the brute, Reaper remained crouched in a seated position, watching as snowflakes raced passed and a thin sheet of ice began to form on the edge of the rock where he rested. It was then he discovered a dark and feminine figure in the wind and snow, her head proud and tail held in a slightly elevated manner. The words that she uttered were nearly lost with the sharp song of the gusts, but he made out, "Well, don't you look cozy?" The comment earned the new girl a droll stare and cocked an ear back as if to say really? The crystal expulsion that appeared before his nostrils looked almost like smoke from an angry dragon, though he did find an odd need for feigned civility. For a moment, the intelligent beast looked from her to the snow rushing by, seemingly thinking about whether or not to inform her that she should not be out getting battered by the wind.

☥It is with a sigh and another deadpan stare sent to the new wolf, looking over her earthen coat and taking in the mismatched gaze of pink and green. She wouldn't be much of a threat if she decided to turn on him, and he would need a wolf who lived in the region to help him survive. If he was nice enough to share his hasty shelter, perhaps she would guide him around these new lands! With a grunt, the male tosses his blackened head to the side in invitation. "Welcome to share...cozy, but cold." His deep voice cracked with his youth and lack of use, his eyes remaining almost reptilian in nature as their green depths swept over her frame once more. He moved to make room, taking on a harmless body posture, though his head was low and somewhat defensive.

"Talking." Walking. Thinking. "Hearing." "Salem."