It had been a hard life the gods carved out for Diablo, one made of abandonment and loneliness. The male had been on his own since before he could remember now, never knowing what either of his parents were like, or why they left him. It had been so long since he last saw his mother that he couldn't remember her smell or her voice or her face. For so long he had searched for her, but soon after gave up and had to survive or die. He refused to be stamped out, living on bugs and rodents, anything he could catch to keep him going. Now, in his eighth year, Diablo was lean and fit. His frame spoke of hardship, those jade eyes spoke of his need to socialize. It was with this thought that the icy wind gripped him, and those dark, black tipped ears perked up to catch the sounds within. Faded paws tread quietly through the snow, his motions practiced and easy, keeping silent even in the crust of ice over the snow.

Diablo listened to the wind, hearing the song held within the howling chorus of flurries. Silent paws drift ever closer to the female who sang out, his stomach turning and twisting into knots as he got nearer to her. Her song said shelter, knowing another warm blooded creature was near made him heat up enough to ignore the cold. He had not been taught to speak, had not been around others enough to pick up language, and so he was rather awkward. Once he has the sitting woman in sight, he lifts his dark tail and waves it in greeting, then sits near her and gives a small grin.