Dragoncrest Cliffs just know that you don't know

A gentle noise of greeting draws her attention and her gaze settles on the pale, gangling form of none other than Arlo. She smiles and lifts her head away from her task. "Arlo," she murmurs fondly. She is glad for his presence after the confusing and troubling series of events stemming from Portia's ire. "Come come—here, join me." The pale woman scoots closer to the wall, leaving room for the other to join her up on the slab. She drapes her tail over the far edge and the tip brushes the ground. It isn't a high perch; a foot off the ground at best, but it is removed enough to give her the breathing room she'd required. 

Tir extends her nose to greet him should he clamber up onto the little shelf she'd claimed for herself. "Staying warm, I hope?" She intones kindly.