'Round and 'round you'll go, up and down, never slow

The morning had been filled with little excitement for the monstrosity. He had caught a young caribou for himself and had brought back a small but plump fox that had been briskly given to his room mate. He had seen little of her otherwise. Just the occasional snack thrown her way when he was feeling nice. She didn't need to get used to him being nice always, but he was still attempting to gain the allegianceof some in this land. He would be daft to not do so.

he was holed up in the place he called his den while the winds whipped and snow fell. It wasn't that he minded this weather, just that he would prefer to not have his eyes blinded by the frozen water. Though it did seem the winds had calmed. Snow still fell quietly though. And then in the silence a noise. His ears pricked and he sat up quietly.  A sniff of the stale air of the room he took, nothing yet. He would have to leave his warm room for any idea of who or what decided to travel in this weather.

He rose and pulled himself from the bed. His glowing eyesset upon the doorway as he moved to investigate.  As he came to the doorway he spotted the younger male. Haunches moved to meet the ground in his doorway as he watched. The only sound he had emitted had been the sound of his nails on the metal of the floors. His face was an unreadable mask as he decided what to do about the interloper in his home.