Redhawk Caldera I never told you what I do for a living

Coming in much closer proximity, Zsuzsa could make the details out of the black and red female a little better. Hearing her words ring loud and clear now, the Mackenzie kept a considerable distance away from the female but enough to be in a decent speaking distance where she wasn’t competing with the barraging wind. Freezing and on the verge of fucking death. She responded mentally as her introduction, sharing a similar sentiment of annoyance with this ridiculous blizzard but keeping that reply to herself.
 
Wincing at the biting wind against her face, her tail curled between her hind legs to trap whatever heat she could. “Zsuzsa, from the west.” It was vague and intended to keep it that way. Her more important response was to follow. “Shelter, if there is any around?” It was an honest ask from a stranger such as herself, giving the ol’ college try on her end as well. She could just very well be told to piss off, but hopefully the spirit of pack mentality could be the savior in this situation.