Qeya River I know the pieces fit

He whirled at the grating sound of the man’s voice, to find himself staring into the glacial gaze of the man who had slain Ash Star as deftly as one might dispatch a sacrifice. He flicked an ear to Senka and stepped one forepaw closer toward her- to allow her to recoil and escape first while he kept himself between them…

She did not budge. Ksura whipped his head to look at her in shock, tilting his head. She was calm- and as cold as the glacial waters they had gone swimming in. He tried his best to remember the feeling of it- how his skin had eventually become numb to the stinging sensation, quieting the shudder and chattering of teeth, the tingling nerves and jittering muscles.

He turned his head to look back to the stranger again, frost in his indigo gaze. He gave a flash of his teeth. 

I stay too.