Ooops. (Drash)

Emerald eyes stared intently ahead, narrowing slightly to avoid the lightly falling snow.  The wind shifted just slightly and the King inhaled.  Smelt like a storm.  Well he couldn't say he was surprised, thankfully it was still a ways off, the few flakes that descended upon Regium were barely a taste of what would be approaching.  Better start prepping his den. Drashiel shifted, lithe frame maneuvering with practiced expertise through the snow.  He was born of the north and had lived here for most of his life, the trails and shifting snows were as familiar to him as they'd ever been.

A howl rang through the still winter air and it caused Drashiel's fur to stand on end.  He caught a slight edge to the summons of his Queen.  Perhaps she'd noticed the weather as well?  Drashiel broke into a run, thick, muscular legs pumping through the snow until he arrived back home at their den.   Skidding to a stop before Roman he reached out to nuzzle her.  "Roman, is everything alright?"