Dawnlark Plains pretend you know this song

The word was as chilly as the frost beneath his feet, but Ale was not one to care about such things. McBride was a man of few words, and if he were being honest, Alejandro didn't mind it as much as he thought he would in the beginning. There was no demanding of him, no requirements, no need for trickery. It was simple, not complex, for the first time in his life. 

Still, he felt the need to rile the other man up a bit, or at least attempt to. "What, yourself," he responded breezily, tail swaying as he tilted his head to the side. "Am I wrong to wait for my companion to catch up? We are in unfamiliar territory, after all." The insinuation was that it was dangerous, even if the land around them seemed anything but. "Things are backwards here. There's frost in the summer. Who knows what could happen to us, alone?"