Fox's Glade and i'm backsliding

The stranger turned, regarding Clay with their own greeting against the wicked wind of the storm. At least they had decent enough manners to do that...

He listened as they spoke, and with his tail lowering slightly he looked around across the tree line. The blizzard winds were whipping his cheek fur this way and that, obscuring his view and causing him to shake his head and squint his eyes in an attempt to detangle it from his eyes and lashes. Curse his father for passing on such a blasted thing to him. 

Managing to see slightly against the snow, the prince wondered which direction the dark creature came from. As far as he could tell, the next landmark was quite a ways away, something that made him narrow his eyes as he took a step back in suspicion. He couldn't smell them very well in the current weather. "If you're passing through then I have no quarrel with you," he spoke loudly back. "My pack might not feel the same way though."