Trust me when I say...

☥ The female moves closer, speaking more though she achieved nothing further in the way of response from the tri-colored beast. He moved so that she had enough room to be warm and out of the wind. She gave him a grin and he simply stares a little less coldly at her for a moment before turning his attention back toward the blizzard. For a moment, there was nothing said, then the girl piped up with a question. "You like playing out in storms or somethin'?" This earned an amused huff, the frosted air floating quickly away as the male rolled his head toward her again.

☥ "Was caught in this. Looking around." A shrug of his broad shoulders and the male is back to staring out at the blizzard. Those reptilian green eyes seeming completely uninterested in the events that took place around him. He regarded the female once again, his expressionless voice rolling out languidly, "You play in storms, too." He pointed out, the very reason she needed shelter was because of the storm that raged on around them. Reaper weighed the female in his mind, looking her over and deciding that she would do as a guide. The time to ask the question was not right, so he would wait until they were deeper in conversation. The beast looks at her then, wondering if she could benefit him in other ways. The smell of a pack lingered in her fur, and Reaper was not an idiot, he knew better than to pick on those.

"Whispers." Movement. "You."