can nobody hear me? i got a lot that's on my mind ,
Oberon found himself considering her words thoughtfully, his gaze flicking out towards the freezing world around them. She did have a good point; the most beautiful things were often the most deadly. Beautiful women were often deadly; beautiful places such as this were entirely deadly if one allowed themselves to be caught off guard. The bitter cold could kill the unwary, but that, in Oberon's view, made it all the more interesting. Was anything beautiful if it did not carry some risk? And for all his thoughts, the only words that spilled from his maw were "True enough," Not much to go off of, considering how much her words had made him think, but then, Oberon had never been good at voicing things like that.
Ears twitching, Oberon turned his gaze once more towards the other as she introduced herself. "Nocturne." He tested it out on his own tongue, hesitating to use the nickname she proffered just yet. This wolfess was a stranger, after all; only with time would he find himself comfortable enough to call her Nocty. "You are quite interesting, Nocturne." High praise coming from the quiet male, though it was unlikely that she would realize that.
As the wind blew again, Oberon glanced at the other wolf, frowning just slightly. "Are you cold?" Though his tone was neutral, a hint of concern for the other had leaked into their thoughts. With their casual conversation about how deadly the world around them could be, perhaps this was understandable, but Oberon did not particularly desire to see anyone die of hypothermia around him. It was cold here, and the Northern lands were not known for their kindness to those who spent too much time here. Some wolves could survive in these harsh expanses, and Oberon didn't doubt that this woman could survive here if she had to, but if she didn't have to, then why would she?
