Ænima

His one eye narrowed as his nostrils flared in a huff, wondering if she knew just how hypocritical her words were. Pink tongue snuck out to dab his black lips as he considered a response, not wanting to chase off this easy chance at finding a place to stay. However, he also would not be one to take an insult, even if it was not exactly intended. "Apologies, queen, for not having the patience after nearly drowning and painting the snow with my blood." He made sure to stare, openly, warning her that he was not one to trifle with at the moment. His attention then briefly turned to the raven, and he nosed the bird, muttering to the creature to stand. Magni obliged, noisy all the while, and Tiberius crouched down to allow the raven to scuttle atop his back near the wolf's shoulders.

Tiberius stood and turned his attention back to the woman, digesting her words about her pack. He liked what he heard; from where he had come, there was too much coddling. He cleared his throat. "I can appreciate that. Have you been there long?" He wondered how long she had resided at this Habari, and thus how true her words would hold. He glanced skyward and his tail flickered in irritation. Night was quickly coming, and he and Magni were still drenched without a place to huddle down.