Somebody has been eating my porridge

He glanced at the figure, knowing she was awake, and curious about them, just as he was of her. What he didn’t understand, was why the creature lay on its furs, and let them have the run of her den. It was all a very strange situation. But, now that he was safe, he stomped the snow from his coat, and shook it out near the entrance. He was glad to be out of the cold, and there was an almost warmth to the den around them. Perhaps it was kept warm from something in the volcano. He could only guess.

He was also impressed that Tamsyn had guessed the mountains might be their safety point, and that was now exactly where they were. ”I’m lucky I had along a navigator” he murmured quietly to his friend. Keeping his voice soft, and his eyes on the miniature bear.

When he did turn his gaze to Tam, he would find her sitting on her haunches, clumps of snow frozen to her coat. She, unlike the Warlord, would thank the bear. Just as he had if Zee was with them, he left pleasantries to her. Instead, he moved closer to Tamsyn, pulling her closer. “Stick close to me, i’ll keep you warm” he promised. If she obeyed, he would curl around her, and begin to groom the snow from her coat.
The bear would rise, and he turned his attention to it, with a threatening growl.