Anyway You Want It

Tragedy's stomach tightened as the male followed. She could feel his presence behind her. Luckily, the cold kept her nervousness from getting the best of her. Claws clicked against the chilled metal as she entered the gapping mouth of the strange mountain of a thing. Ears perked for a fraction of a second to listen to what the stranger stated. Yes, it was certain the storm would only worsen, and the brown woman didn't intend on being in the middle of it. She shook her pelt clean of as much snow as possible as she moved the rest of her body within the vessel. It still was cold, but not as much as it was when the wind hit her outside. Bright, curious, green eyes looked to the man. An amused smile tilted the ends of her lips up. "I prefer warmth of being cold," she agreed with her own words. Tragedy turned her head upwards then left to right to peer around. Slight light entered the area, but not near enough to outline everything that was in the ship.