Big Salmon Lake straight fuckin water

Her lips tugged into a half grin when the stranger agreed, moving to settle herself onto her rear and trace the horizon with daffodil eyes before returning to Cyclone. 

The statement caused Vyn's brows to raise in curiousity, tongue sweeping out to wipe across her lips in thought as she observed, ears twitching. "Is that so, huh?" a sweet voice hummed out into the frigid air, feeling a polar gust of wind brushing over her spine and tumble down to the tip of her tail; oh, it was terribly bitter weather. Oh, how pleasant it would be to share the warmth of others... wink wink, nudge nudge, was she getting her point across? "Just you, or ya' got others on board too?" she wasn't entirely opposed to it just being the woman draped in storm-clouds, but... winter was harsh, and it'd be nice to find some dudes to chill with.