Anyway You Want It

Tragedy was not startled by the voice. She had scented a slight change in the air. However, the girl wasn't sure if she was making scents up or not. Green orbs turned to look at the stranger. Shoot. The man had a handsome face. Tragedy's fur immediately began to feel warm. She had not asked for a man to find her... not that it was a bad thing, just that Tragedy was not very good at talking to the opposite sex. "Y...Yeah!" she stammered out gleefully. Tragedy then turned back around and began heading towards the vessel. Her toes here spread out, so she would have better grip on the slick ground. Gusts of chilling air continued to pound her. The girl hunkered down with ears flattened every now and then, so her ears would not get frozen out. Her nose, however, was like ice.