S.S. Gams

Pyralis turned to face Jynn with her lips drawn into a mocking pout. "Fiiinnee. Party pooper." She posed on three legs as her fourth scratched at her ear for a moment. Truth be told she was getting a bit chilly herself. Her breath was turning to mist before her eyes and the wind was picking up from the north. Pyralis filtered the air through her nostrils. The pack seemed to be of decent size and there were a number of pups. Likely they were sheltering away from the incoming storm. If anything that was a clue for the duo to seek their own shelter. "Well, what do you think. Not much out this way for shelter. Think we can beat the storm?"