Ocean's Breath Plateau until his feet bleed and

wintersbane peers down at her after his eyes methodically scan the trees behind her. he is never one hundred percent at ease. be it his training as a soturi or because he has built a tall, mighty and impenetrable fortress within himself with hellhounds at it's gate. perhaps, he thinks, it is a bit of both. he never lets anyone in entirely, not close enough to truly grow attached. he thought he had let vela in that close ...but after the initial wave of guilt of leaving her he realized he hadn't. not really. he'd kept his ex-girlfriend at arm's length away, too.

speedy draws him back to the present, out of his contemplations with her questions. his glacial gaze flickers back down to her and a smirk tugs at the corners of his lips, followed closely by an amused snort. "more or less." he replies as his smirk morphs into a grin that could almost be described as wicked, with a noncommittal shrug of his broad shoulders. "i'm a wet blanket on fun. the cubs are going to love me." he jokes, poking fun at his own self. cubs were ...different, though. it is easier to play with them in his brief experience because all he has to do is follow their cues. they'd be the ones to come up with games and it was his job to encourage the lesson to be found within them...but this was a lot of assumption on the tundrian's part. he has yet to spend a lot of time around young cubs.