Permafrost Hollows with charm and flair

it dawns on kandros rather abruptly that he's not alone in the cave. not as he first thought. there is no breeze in the confines of the earth, however, and it makes sense that this knowledge only presents itself to him the closer he draws to the other. a warning growl rumbles from the abysmal darkness and his steps pause as his guard hairs prickle and bristle. the cave is cloaked in true darkness: there are no sweet moonbeams to war with it, no stars to break the inky blackness that is all consuming. he knows he's close. he can smell her now. lone. female. canine ( which was good because he was in no mood to deal with a cat or a bear ). he can hear each draw of air that she takes, and though he does not let his guard slip entirely — that'd be foolish — the spectre does relax ever-so-slightly. it's a minuscule adjustment though.

"i apologize," he breaks the temporary silence that lingers between them following her warning growl. "i didn't realize this cave was occupied." kandros admits to the darkness, shifting his weight ever so slightly, pressing his shoulder harder against the rough rock wall wondering if it's best he just retreat back outside and leave this stranger to her own devices.