Shadow Mountain i ain't gonna be cookin' all day

Two for one, aren't I lucky.

Much to his surprise on this cold day, he is with company. Dark, orange eyes watch the figure turn more into a wolf the closer he gets. Her pale form mimics her backdrop but soon enough there is definition. Eventually he slows as he notes her intent, watching her approach and listening to her greeting. “Hello,” he says gruffly back, clearing his throat realizing he has not spoken much in the last few days, perhaps even weeks. “Do you know this place,” he offers as less of a question, attempting to hide any ulterior motive in his expression.