Blackfeather Woods Bite me, banana man

At the call of his name, he dipped his head slightly in acknowledgement that yes, it was him. he paused a moment after her invitation to tread closer, yet soon his paws slipped into motion and he stood a short distance from her, ice-blue gaze stoic. the woods had quiet, recently. he won dredge at its reason, perhaps having something to do with the coming of winter. or the birth if the tiny, weak children that had come from Potema. 

"sister " he greeted evenly,  neither warmly nor coldly. his voice was soft, but amongst the snow-silence it seemed louder than it ought to have.