
His brows furrowed and shoulders hunched a bit more against the wind, ears angled away. As much as he liked the snow and cold, he knew the dangers too, and while he was mostly certain he could survive anything like this, he wasn’t sure about Tauriel. He simply had yet to learn what elves could and could not do and handle. Regardless, he could tell she was miserable.
He paused in his snow tracks, waiting for her to come closer, and then moved along with her to act as a windbreak, head swaying a bit as he searched for this shelter she spoke of. These weren’t lands he knew. “A cave?”
“Yes,” She answered, casting her gaze upon the gleaming white horizon in search of something that would suffice. For now, Fenrir was doing great blocking the wind from whipping her, but this couldn’t continue all night. She braced her hand against his fur, finding warmth.
“Yes, I know that.” Snapped she, as she snapped her hand as quickly as he turned to look at her under her snow ridden...
“You know these lands better than I, Tauriel.” He frown, eyes brushing over the landscape, giving her a side glance when...