Duskfire Glacier that if they do not move,

The male offered a reassuring smile with hopes of dissipating any embarrassment, he found her movements to beautiful. Although he did not know her true reasons Rye played with the idea of offering to dance with her, his soft movements lacked grace like hers but he could learn, however his belly churned with defiance. The risk of making himself into a fool was too large of a gamble, he would stick with light conversation instead. "Yes I'm quite alright, had a run in with a particularly angry owl though. I growled at it but it really wanted that rat thing it was munching on." His short story paused for a hardy laugh from himself, "Those things are getting bolder by the day, I should've eaten it but I didn't want to risk those thick claws digging into something important." He admitted, his whole chest and head giving one big shrug. Memories of nauseatingly smelling wound came to the forefront of his mind, a single bite from a wolf left him stumbling aimless for weeks. Getting mercilessly clawed would have likely resulted in a similar predicament. Albeit without the barely surviving off caches of past wolves burying their catches, fighting off savage vultures and fevered delusions. Rye couldn't be more grateful Vein found him. Rye wondered where that male landed, if he was okay and if he was safe. Little did the in debt male know, Vein was shacked up with the very same group that gave him the scar on his leg but that was a future problem. "What are you doing out here so late?" He asked, quickly adding, "You like dancing late in the night?" She moved with purpose, to Rye it did not appear to be leisurely but a rehearsed event memorized with importance.