Duskfire Glacier and so he's chosen to cower in the water like a dumb animal

His cry was not without consequence. The noise was enough to draw things, no, one thing to them. A loner, a stranger, a man. Even in a much nimbler form he finds more mass compared to Hiro. There was no distinctivness to be found in his appearance. When many a man come to your call in life, uniqueness is rare to come by. As with those men, the nomad is no less guarded here.

Hiro lifted their paw from the water. The cool air that greeted wet fur made the nerves go numb. He could hardly feel himself slamming it into the earth as he privoted to face a lilac gaze.

I do not. A cold response contrary to their battered appearance.