Storming in Paradise

Fugue's smile disappeared as the female moved closer to him and lie down. Golden eyes widened in surprise at her actions. She seemed almost too willing to make herself vulnerable to a complete stranger. Did she know what he was capable of doing?

He turned his head to the dame and was about to retort on her comment of his being a rogue when she began to shiver. Ah, so her actions were purely an act of survival. He could work with that.

Auburn fur intermingled with ebony as he lie next to her and pressed his side to her flank. She was damp and freezing, just like him. Without a word he lifted his maw and rested it on her shoulder. They may not have any idea who eachother are, but he would keep them both warm until the storn came to an end.

The silence following her brief interaction with him was deafening. He could hear the voices, angry and determined, rising in retaliation against his common sense and he chose to tone them out. He would have to conversate with the woman.

"I have chosen this life for myself, yes. And this swamp as the land I call home. Why are you here?" She didn't look or smell like she belonged in a place like the swamplands. It was an odd sight to see such a lady in the middle of a storming mudpond.