Permafrost Hollows you cannot swallow a life that large

The Renoda was pleased to have brought a smile to his lips, though her cerulean gaze flashed back toward the shadowed treeline, drinking in the appearance of settling fog, which had masked the area in a cloak of mystery. "Perhaps, but at least you've thought about what could happen. Some alphas I've had in the past didn't look ahead enough, and it resulted in their downfall." She had been an alpha herself, once upon a time - part of the council of Undersea, until she'd become sick and fallen from her place. Her rank had been whisked away by another, and though part of her could not blame the crew for their decision, the island didn't feel as welcome as it once had.

Plush ears tilted back upon her crown, eager to hear his own words as he shared them into the wind. "You can't prepare for everything, but it's good to be aware." the seawolf nodded softly in agreement, as a breath of frigid air licked down her spine and shivered the fur of her tail; spring would grow upon the land soon enough, but she doubted the chill would clear for quite some time. A simple prediction, from one who enjoyed watching the patterns of the weather.