Picking through the snow

The two companions watched as she got closer, and when she mentioned that she came with her own seasonings, all three laughed and smiled in amusement. It was quite rare for the two felines to act in such a manner, but they couldn't help themselves this time around. "Well, would you look at that. Saves us the trouble of picking the herbs to season her up with. Might be enough to season Dragon with too," Dragon's head tilted towards Kimahri's voice, eyes rolling just the smallest bit as he scoffed. "Try it you big furball," He playfully challenged his male counterpart, though the exchange wouldn't continue when he heard someone approach. By the sound of it, it wasn't his companions. He could hear their claws gently scraping into the branches above as they sat upon them. Was the girl coming closer to him?

Ears swiveled to hear better, and soon, her scent along with the scent of herbs reached him. He could tell she was rather close, and he stood there unmoving. He didn't think she would attack, and if she did, his companions were in a position to leap on her and drag her away if necessary. He heard a soft "oh" from her, and he guessed that she had noticed his blindness. He had gotten used to it by now. He supposed it wasn't often one came across a blind wolf, much less one that traveled with companions such as his. By her words, he guessed that she was observant. Or maybe it was all obvious, he didn't know. It's not like he made an effort to hide any of it. "That they are," He responded. He remained standing tall. It was how he always stood. Old habits died hard, and his habits from when he was an alpha still stuck to him. "You've nothing to worry about, they're not gonna eat you. They certainly won't eat me, I expect old meat doesn't taste very good." He grinned a bit, wondering what she thought of it all. It had been a while since he'd talked to anyone that he didn't already know, and it seemed he forgot how to keep a conversation going...if only for the moment.