Lykaios looked at Fell experimentally and took in a deep breath before exhaling, his breath frosting over in front of his maw. "Well... How do you feel about, er- calling each other mates?" He asked, refusing to meet her in the eye in embarrassment, lowering his head down. "Personally, I'm kinda... Uncomfortable with it, since love is really a... New thing to me." He mumbles, "As I've never loved anyone now till you. I'm grateful I did." His voice his soft and he feels small. He hates it, but he's embarrassed and would be sure that if he had no fur, he would've been blushing.
Lujayn eye's lifted. There! She held her breath, keeping her eyes trained on the squirrel in the tree branch, looming over the ground and covered with snow. Thankfully, it wasn't too high. She moves slowly, head down and stomach just barely touching the white snow, ears flattened and legs bent. She made sure to be silent, to stifle the sound of her breathing lightly. She blended in almost perfectly with the snow, aside from the light brown covering her features and the black around the tip of her tail. Careful, she reminded herself, crawling and crawling, just watching the squirrel as it cleans its face and flicks its bushy tail. If she tried hard enough, she would be able to leap and snatch the squirrel before it ran off, though she had to be quick and close enough to do so.






