Kintla Flatlands higher ground, had to be told

wintersbane manages to garner the girl's attention when he informs her that the other had snuck off and disappeared on them and soon she appears before him. her indigo gaze settles upon the tundrian as his own glacial gaze returns the favor. though he does not study her with quite the intensity he feels that she's studying him with regardless of how brief it was. instead, he marvels vainly over her eyes, considering that he's never met anyone with purple eyes before and that he finds the color rather ethereal and curious. her gaze upon him almost felt to him like she was trying and perhaps succeeding in seeing into his soul.

it wasn't long before she was barking at him and darting away, zigzagging in a circle around him. she was a quiet beast, not a chatter box like wintersbane had found tywyll to be. once tywyll had begun to return to health and even some time before that point he spoke freely and a lot to wintersbane. different cubs. vastly different personalities. wintersbane watches her and hesitates not quite sure what she wants him to do. "i'm wintersbane." he offers her his name in the hopes that he might be successful in drawing at least one word from her. he might like cubs but that doesn't mean that wintersbane knows what to do with them ...and tywyll isn't the best example considering wintersbane had spent most of his time tending to his wounds and taking care of him. play is the most obvious thing but he's still (re)learning how to do that which leaves him feeling like he's at an awkward deadlock.