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So she was from somewhere warmer. At least, in Nyo's experience and from what he had been told, coastal regions were a far different climate than the forests he had grown up in. He had never seen the ocean before but knew a bit about it — such as how vast and savage it was. Nyo much preferred calm, quiet woodlands but the promise of a warm cave to hole up in for the winter made him think twice. Though he only stared back in acknowledgment of the stranger's proposal, it was wildly tempting.

Returning her smile with a small nod, he hesitantly stepped out of the icy water and begun to trot towards the girl, ears suddenly perking up as she offered to share her meal. Hunger twisted at his stomach and his eyes once more drifted to the bird. A small voice nagged at him, told him to turn away and find somewhere else. She was oddly welcoming to the loner, though Nyo did not have much experience with pack wolves so far, apart from his own. Perhaps they were simply more friendly in this place? Ignoring the voice, the boy fell into step with the other, tearing his eyes away from the pheasant and up to her vivid gaze. "Y-you live near the coast?" he questioned.