Dragoncrest Cliffs Chasing the arrow

His nose itched and a second sense kept bothering him about it, not ever really letting the thought leave him. Truthfully he'd been wrapped up in Portia's heat, and very, very content to stay there -- warm and cozy in many ways. So much so that he was loathe to leave her company at all, so maybe he delayed the investigation a little longer than truly necessary. Instead he took the time to fill his belly and roused around with his mate.

Eventually it finally bothered him enough and he nudged @Portia, hoping she might stay close and warm somehow. He muttered something about not going far, intending to be right back, and some various complaints about really anything that didn't focus on her right now. He squinted out into the cold and picked his way over the slickness, prickling up his furs and marching on. Grim, new realization started in with just another shift of the wind. Because.. of course. The wocha loosened up, and marched a little faster when he wasn't slipping, not even sure what he'd have to deal with once he got there and knowing full-well it could be a hell of a mess.

dio right now: ( ͡ಠ ʖ̯ ͡ಠ)
you guys can decide if he even gets in sight yet or not but i wanted to get at least a little somethin in here