Duskfire Glacier Veiled

Thankfully, the man sheathed his teeth and heeded the crow's words, bowing his dark head against the wind and stalking forward. Pleased, Arsène warbled in response, selfishly shielding himself from the biting winds in the thick of the man's neck fur. As much as he wished to take to the skies to find shelter for the both of them, he knew he would not be of much use, his smaller form being buffeted around by the wild weather, and so entrusted the task to his newfound companion.

Which, upon completion, earned the man a loud, encouraging caw from the freeloader.

The wolf tucked himself against the outcropping he had found, the rocky barrier providing just enough cover for them to no longer be exposed to the elements. He caught the glint of a violet, sidelong gaze and, as if on cue, disembarked with a flutter, hopping quickly along the ground to place himself flat against the wall.

"Very good," he commended with a nod of his head, before turning to preen his feathers that were now wildly out of place. "Ye caught blind, too?" A single eye looked to the large man, studying him. "The Gods bein' none too kind today."