little man is now sea's property

His talons hooked into the rock as he descended, only to pause when a flash of orange caught his gaze. It was hard to not see her, given how stark the colouring of her coat was and Levi was quick to wrinkle his nose. She was clearly big enough and ugly enough to look after herself, but she did look rather pathetic huddled up like that, an orange smear on the otherwise white landscape. Wolves were pretty good at keeping themselves warm, they were less likely to freeze than many other creatures since their coats were thick and insulated. She wasn't going to die out here, but he couldn't help but be a little snarky as he approached, old habits refusing to die at all.

"Do you dislike having all eighteen toes?" He asked her, gaze flitting across her form in obvious judgement.