Ravensblood Forest cold door handles

a slightly wry smile curves his lips as the bird speaks, and he wants to tell him that if he's so cold then he should try being a normal bird and going south for the winter. but he can't say that, so he doesn't. maybe he wouldn't have anyway. his thoughts don't get much further before he's interrupted by the sudden arrival of another wolf. his eyes widen a little as the dripping figure enters his line of sight; why would someone go swimming now, of all times? surely the cold must be unbearable in such a state. he chuffs once, quickly and quietly to tack, and the message is clear: quiet. i've got this. then he starts to move toward the stranger, chuffing again a little more loudly this time to announce his presence.