Bitter Cold.

[Anonymous]

It was a usual night in the tundra. Well a little more windy than usual, so windy in fact that Eir couldn't get any rest and had to walk all the way back to the cave she usually stayed at. It was obviously inhabited, a small pill of furs against a wall and a wooden table she'd stolen with an unlit lamp. There was a stone pit for a fire for when she had guests, however unwilling those guests were. Boring.

Eir picked at her claws before she flicked the little rocks  into the snow that was blowing into the mouth of the cave.  The clothing she wore was for modesty sake more than necessity, the cold didn't bother her at all. The wind did. Might as well sleep until it was time for food again, maybe a few weeks. There were frozen hunks of deer meat sitting in a pile of snow somewhere in the back of the cave. The pile of fur was far more comfortable than the hard rock floor, so she curled up on that, her hair draped over her like a white blanket.

[Juno]

The wind tonight was making it difficult for him to keep flying where he wanted, cause for a rumbling growl as he began to descend deeper into the mountains. Flapping vigorously, attempting to propel himself forward, he caught sight of what looked like the mouth of a cave. Mm, perfect. He figured he could crash there for the night and maybe get going once the nasty weather let up.

Making a beeline for the dark blotch ahead, he drew his dark wings in closer to his body as he dropped himself down. His front paws slamming down on the opening as he craned his neck to look inside, tailing swishing about in the snow below as his back legs scrambled to push himself up and further inside. That was when he noticed a woman there, which his eyes narrowed wickedly for. Get your ass out of here, little thing, I'm staying for the night... Too windy.

He looked around, taking in the sight of the things she had in here, but he didn't care. He just wanted to park himself here.