I've got to stop

Hefty paws would trample the snow, sturdy pillars carrying the male over the deck of the ship, following the scent of another. He hadn't worked hard enough during the day, and thus he found his sleep fitful, not coming to him at all. He needed to be on his paws until he was exhausted enough to sleep. He would follow Arian's scent until he found her as she was looking over the water. She seemed disturbed, her thoughts roaming. He didn't know if he had any consolation to offer, but in the very least he could spend the time in the presence of his leader.

"Greetings, miss President," he would greet her respectfully, "It would seem your mind is racing... the air here is salty and crisp. It puts me at ease." He padded quietly to her side, but he could feel a tense prickling vibe seeping off of her. Xephyris didn't know exactly what bothered her, but clearly she was having trouble resting as well. He wasn't exactly the best wolf to help someone else get through their discomfort, but perhaps a different perspective could give new light to whatever ailed her. He did not ask what was bothering her, much as he could tell something was on her mind, but instead he awaited her to offer her misgivings at her own will, or not.