Noctisardor Bypass Our great glory, and our great tragedy.

The raven brute managed to venture near the wood, close to his goal of being sheltered from the irritating snowfall that continued to blanket his fur. Thankful to be almost there, the large nightly painted brute was about to step into its cover – that is - until the distinct sound of a low rumble caught his attention. Quickly the bulky man came to a halt, large head turning to allow his fiery stare to fall upon the sight of a mixed brown and cream painted female, one that was currently baring her pearly fangs at him. The loner merely watched the woman, expressionless and gaze cold, a singular ear twitching a top his skull as his gruff voice spilled from his lips, ”What's your problem?” He barked, feathery tail giving an annoyed thrash behind him as he continued to stare at the aggressive female.

Snow eventually began to cape the male's back, the quantity increasing rather quickly the longer the brute remained out in the open and not under the forests protective canopy. Neako knew this and his eyes narrowed some, a low rumble of his own sounding as his paws guided him into the forest, ”Jeez, can't one get out of the snow in peace..” The brute said with a snort, his paws shifting in the snow as he cautiously positioned himself a decent distance away from the woman, his stare remaining fixed upon her form as he decided to claim a spot to one side of her – finally away from the irritating weather outside, but stuck with what seemed to be unpleasant company.