Dragoncrest Cliffs Sit still, look pretty

Hearing Wildfire's voice come from near the sea pinched a knot of worry in his throat, and since he was relatively nearby, he opted to go that way to answer -- and investigate. As loathe as he was to stay in the cold for too long, he picked a careful path and kept his head low as he trekked on, unknowingly feeling very grateful for the arctic in his blood.

He usually did not make much traffic on these trails in favor of their borderlands, so he was certainly not the first on the scene. Another howl went up and that got him going faster. Eventually he found himself trying to follow Tirgatao's route, despite the seasalt and cold burning his nose, but with enough time he did get there. When the beach opened up to bitter swatch of landscape, he could barely make out the shape in the distance that pulled him forward instantly. There he could at least lope along in an effort to get his heart pumping and blood really moving; anything to distract from a cold he'd not felt like this in years and get him there faster at once.. despite the weather literally fighting against his every move.

"Hey..!" he barked against the wind once he was good and closing in on them, and in doing so, he realized how badly his voice dissolved into the cold. Were it not for the chill and the wind, he would have waved his tail as he came towards the impressive carcass and pack mates. It was an encouraging find to get that much meat for free.

Instead he preferred to make haste of it all to find any relief from the weather. Since it was closer to the direction he'd come in from, he moved to the prey and hunkered low beside Tirgatao, but the improvement was minimal at best; it was still several sorts of awful out here. He looked between the two females (as much of Wildfire as he could see without compromising his own cover that is), and tried to signal that he was ready, however, whenever, and in whatever capacity they were ready to attempt to address this fascinating feast.