The Sentinels Through the dark

She canted her head in his direction, noting how he still held himself in a crouched position. She couldn't imagine it was very comfortable. Sighing, she relaxed her tail and let the tension slip out of her shoulders. Maybe he would notice the subtle cue. She snorted at his words of choice, though more in a contemplative way than anything more offensive. "Friend huh? I wouldn't go that far. Barely knew her...I only met her, once. Last I heard she was forging a pack east of here." A long, hard glance at Umbra's crumpled, un-reachable body was all that was needed to be said about Tzila's opinion. In times like these, only the fittest survived. One slip up, and you were food for the worms. And apparently, one little slip is what had done the black female in.

A roll of silver eyes, paired with a flattening of her ears. "Oh don't remind me." She grumbled, but conversationally. "Winter is my least favorite season outta all of 'em. I could list a million reasons." Turning towards him, she overlooked his much smaller, skinnier frame. Considering him. A tip of her nose tried to catch his scent, but the damned wind threw it out of reach. "What brings you out, in oh such lovely weather? Surely not to catch snowflakes on your tongue, hm?" She teased with an arch of a brow.