He feels the chill of the winter being overcome by the subtle warmth of her body gently pressed against his. The cold of the winter, has an advantage in a way, of bringing two cold souls together in order to warm up their lingering spirits. The blue-eyed male brought his eyes over to her face, as she looked away. He could see the thought upon her face. She may have found something inside herself tonight, be it large or small, but Yojimbo wonders what it is, that brings that look upon her face. He wonders, if it is that she doesn't wish to be alone tonight. He knows that she has no mate to warm her den next to her, and Yojimbo could understand the feeling of loneliness that comes with it, despite that Yojimbo doesn't even truly feel lonely in his times alone. The world, will always seem brighter with a friendly face smiling, beaming with the brightness of their very own soul next to them. This, Yojimbo can understand, and the look on Moth's face only solidifies it.

Yojimbo watched as she turned back to him, the dark male's pelt still shining with the glimmer of seawater against the moonlight. He sees her shake her head as her eyes soften. Yojimbo keeps his dark form against hers as she speaks, feeling the vibrations of her voice shake his entire being. His ears slip forward to listen, though in reality, he could feel it, he could feel what she wanted and what she wished, no words were needed. The male lowered his head in a nod, letting another smile grace his usually serious features. The male nudges her muzzle gently again, before moving forward, his body gliding past her. His paws go from the wet sand to the dry, feeling the change as the sand begins to stick to his paws. Water still drips from his pelt, and really both of them probably look ridiculous, soaking wet in the cold, partially covered in sand. Yojimbo did, however, feel, it was a significant night, maybe for Moth, and maybe for himself. Yojimbo had followed the stars to Moth, thinking the stars wished one thing, when in reality, they wished for something completely...different. In fact, he was rather...unsure what the stars were saying this night, as he gave them glances every now and then. It has been a long while, since the stars had been difficult to read, when the wind on his water soaked fur gave no particular direction to his future. It was almost as if, they didn't want him to know this time. Something he would have to...respect.

The dark male turned his head to see if the female named Moth came by his side, before stopping in the sand away from where the waves were to crash. He turned and faced the ocean, closing his eyes another moment to take a deep breath, before opening again and motioning with his muzzle to lay. Yojimbo's own limbs cave from beneath him, his form highlighted on this night by the shimmering moon. The sand, it may be cold at first, but soon enough it would be warmed by their bodies. He would lay next to Moth, his body gently touching hers, just barely, for he...wasn't really...sure. It wasn't like Yojimbo to not be completely confident in his actions, but the sky was giving him no signs on this night, and his desire to not make Moth uncomfortable was high. It was also winter, a time when hormones take over and tempt to body. Although Yojimbo was strong, he was still very much an animal and a male. One must tread carefully during the times of winter. It was, however, very chilling to be wet in the dead of winter, and he would not be opposed if she wished to share warmth. Yojimbo watched the world in a moment of silence, before looking back to Moth.

"Whenever you are feeling lonely Moth, I will always be here for you. Your soul, is one kind. You are always welcome..." he said softly, drifting off his last words, not sure if he should complete his sentence or not. Yes, a rare moment of hesitation. "to come to my den, when you please."

And with that, Yojimbo slowly turned his head back to the ocean. He held himself strong and confident, in a silent and gentle way. The wind gently begins to dry his pelt of dark chocolate, his paws stretched out before him. His ear was turned to listen for any words Moth may give him. She could very well reject his offer of letting her, whenever she felt alone, to come with him. It was understandable, but maybe, deep on the inside, Yojimbo wished to not be alone anymore either. He no longer wanders the world, but keeps himself in Diveen. He could wander alone forever, but that was not his destiny, not for now. Without wandering, he wished for a...stronger connection between him and someone else.