Lykaios remained quiet, then, as he oved forward slowly.
He only gave a single nod, a dip of the head to her first words, agreeing with them. He took his steps slowly, kept to her pace - she was wounded, after all, and he had offered her help. So help her he may for the brief moments. The snow bit heavily on his pelt as they moved along at a steady pace - only for Malone to try to quicken her step to hurry to get to the shelter of the cave.
It'd be far from warm, but at least it was something before they both froze in the snow.
"Be careful," He whispered as she suddenly relaxed her quick pace - probably because it hurt too much. "We're almost there."