Shadewood Perdoname Mi Amor

Should she had worried at all, she need not, anymore. There he was, watching over the interaction, frosty glacials on the ruddy dark male clearly talking too much to his Little Duck.
Onyx lids narrowed over winter jewels. Yet he kept his icicles sheathed in the cave confines of his dark maws- he would not be using them, right now. His peripherals straddled over her body, noting her stance and her energy aura, her reactions to this newcomer. Should she need him, he would be there. 

As for now, he kept his distance, one with the many shadows of these woods that Higoro couldn’t possible keep track of.

But should any wound come of his property, whether it be physically, mentally, or even should he offend the arctic bird, this Phantom would move, and unleash the smothering fury of winter upon the enemy.