out of my element

Alaric was built for the cold. His youth was spent in the mountains after all. His two cane corsos? Not so much. They whined and complained behind their companion as they moved through the cold northern lands for Boreas. Alaric promised them they would leave soon, back down south, shortly after he got down scouting the lands for any packs or promising raid potential for Judila. As he was traveling, the smell of a woman entered his nostrils. Followed by a desperate howl. He followed the scent and howl, intrigued and feeling...obligated to help. Damn, Atreyu was rubbing off on him in more ways than one. When he arrived he saw a woman with large curved back horns on the rocks, her sleek form shivering from the cold. He paused, keeping a respectful distance. He could tell she was struggling with the elements. "I can guide you to the southern part of the northern lands, where it is warmer." He called out to her. "However, you need shelter and rest first." He told the woman. His gaze shifted to the landscape, picking it apart and looking for anything that could provide them shelter from the cold. He spotted a cave, nestled between the rocks that look big enough to fit them. "There's cave nearby. I can take you to it, if you trust me enough. Or, if you don't, I can help you out of these lands and somewhere warmer but it will a longer journey." He offered. It wasn't much but it was better than freezing to death. She didn't look like she was in much condition to travel just yet. Alaric knew the way out of these lands, and was fit enough to make it. Behind him, Maul and Cinder whined and shook. They seemed to want this too, to leave the harsh cold land for the southern warmth once more. Or to simply find a shelter to get out of the elements.