Land of Ice

She hears him coming before he speaks, her flatterned ears the only indication that she has noted his arrival. She has half a mind to turn, defenses bristling, teeth bared in a menacing snarl, daring him further. The previous night has left her midly paranoid, for she had taken refuge among a clump of bushes and thus heard a variation of disturbing noises, sailing through the air late into the night. But she does not wish to make an unnesscary enemy of anyone, she scaring away those who may prove benfical companions is not wise, not when she has spent the majority of her time here painfully vunerable.

So she nods once in agreement, eyes trained on the glittering ice. "Indeed, they are". She considers them for a moment, slowly drawing her own gaze over each structure. "Ice is fascinating in the way it manages to be both mesmirsing and deadly". Only then does she turn to properly study him, taking in the man's large, imposing build, his patchwork pelt and curious multicolored eyes. He looked about her age, and the array of small pink scars littering his fur catch her attention at once. "To decieve" she murmurs finally, drawing that brilliant cerulean gaze to match the green and blue of his, "Is perhaps one of the greatest artforms. Not the most moral, but one of the greatest nontheless".