✘ open fire.

Quote:"Speech"
Thoughts

Hot breath of his own seeped into the snow surrounding and burying his obsidian colored nose, grey whiskers that were beginning to spread over the maw remained hidden. Snow thinly laid over his semi-curled figure, gentle breeze eventually driving some dusting away from his crinkled layer of ice and frozen snow. With a brief twitch of an aud the brute suddenly broke his feeling of falling endlessly into an abyss. His mind at a stir and the sudden feeling of warm breath fell over parts of his thick bear-like physique.

Eye of a gold, sheathed by a layer of snow snapped open, pupils pulling from dilated and relaxed to pin-point and stirred. With a huff the bear of a wolf lifted his head from it's indent in the snowy layer engrossing the wolf. His lungs pushed forth a heavy breath, a faint growl coursing from his parted lips, lifting to flash ivories as the obsidian dove before him fell into his eye line. Golden gaze enraptured the fae and he curious nose, a low growl growing in his throat, lifting into the pearls lining his damaged, ratchet jaws. His pink tongue flicked over his wide maw, a brief shake of his dial pulled the snow off of his visage and mane of a neck, becoming a black brute with white blotches of snow frozen to his rank pelt.

His vocals flowed from his wide chest with a surprising octave, deep and dark in every syllable, a bit of a crack to his words, worn and old he mumbled when he spoke, thunderous vocals capturing the auds around him when he chose to speak. "A little too close for comfort, dove." He watched her where she stood, tensing himself but only slightly, his breaths still heavy as he shifted himself out of the snow, pulling himself up from his lying position after he spoke towards her, his gaze remaining on her figure as he struggled to pull his heavy self up from the white terrain, straining to lift his hips, the heavy wolf landed on the earth like a boulder, thick and wide, he stood tall.