<font color=#a1987a><font color=black></font>how am I still alive?</font>

He turns around, his legs placed perfectly on each side while his back is slightly hunched, his white eyes glare into the falling snow around them, it whips into his hair and pulls it this way and that, tugging at the feathers behind his ear and threatening to pull them out as if they weren't already matted into place. Her snarl is taken mostly as threat to him, though outwardly all he shows is a bristled stance and a glare that appears to freeze time and place all around him. "Watch my tone?! WATCH MY TONE!?" his voice raises an octive as he snarls out the words "Criminal or not, though I highly doubt this, I could care very little about your laws."

Which for all intensive purposes was the truth. He was a loner, he didn't even follow the Gypsies life style here, he was alone, by himself. His rules were his own, not that he had any. "Oh is that what this white shit is, I didn't notice! come on, it's not gonna die down any time soon," he says to her over the roar of the blizzard. It was truth, and neither of them should stay out long in this mess. "Well, aren't you an honourable man Pal," the hazy voice of Oz leaks into his mind and he growls at the thoughts, the words are ment in jest, not as praise and he of all people knows this.

He doesn't wait though for her to make up her pretty little mind, he turns around with as much flurish as when she'd first bumped into him, taking the path slowly with his nose to the ground and ears active for her crunch filled foot steps as she pulls herself through the snow. There is little he needs to do but follow the snow drifts until he reaches a hollowed den, made by some ignorant female who hadn't used it for very long, he'd had to make it bigger for himself but he and the female would suffice in here until the weather died down. Well, she'd been ignorant of Paldor's wants and needs, he'd chased her out in a short time and made it his own home. Call him lazy, call his whatever you want. He didn't need to make a million dens all over the place. Just the one. So he slides within after waiting out in the snow for a few moments to make sure that she had indeed followed him to the right location.

"talks like this"

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