Noctisardor Bypass Our great glory, and our great tragedy.

He shuffled in his place, seemingly getting himself more comfortable - much to Nyx' frustration. She frowned deeply, still bristled and still pretending to ignore him, as she continued to swipe the moisture from her beige fur. Her vivid eyes shot to him once again, however, as he spoke with sarcasm in his tone, noting that he was glad he was not the one she'd initially mistaken him for. Staring at him pointedly for a few long, lingering moments, the golden Ostrega tried to decide how to respond. Was there really any point in continuing to be a grouch, when her newfound buddy to wait out the storm was at least trying to be pleasant? She twitched her nose, uncertain.

And then she returned his smirk with one of her own. "He really is an asshole," she tacked on, straightening herself somewhat as she followed the other loner's gaze out over the whiteout beyond their forest. Snow flurried hard and fast, the wind casting it into drifts at the woodland's edge, blocking their view any further. Nyx exhaled, knowing she'd likely be in for a long wait before the weather showed any sign of improving.

Nearby, the familiar sound of a rumbling stomach caused a raven-tipped ear to flicker in her company's direction. Nyx flicked her tongue over hr upper lip, for the gargle reminded herself of her own empty stomach; as a loner, the opportunity to hunt as part of a group presented itself rarely. As she quietly considered offering to pair up with him in search of prey that they could share, her unusual way of apologising for her earlier attitude to avoid actually saying "sorry", Nyx turned her proud head to look at her swarthy companion. As she did, he piped up, beating her to the chase, and she grinned. "Fading away as we speak. I'm game if you are," she said, gathering herself in preparation to follow him deeper into the forest should he move to take lead.