With her furs behind her, Bryce ventures a tad further out of the cave. Snow falls on her dark nose and she shakes her head with something akin to annoyance, a quiet growl as if she might offend the sky so much to stop its infuriating weather. Despite her coat growing ever longer and thicker, she still found the frigid weather to be a hindrance to her spirits. This wasn't to say she was normally a happy, cheery wolf when the world was warm, but she was much less grumpy as it were.

One of the things she liked about the grotto was the ease it allowed her in observing her surroundings. Of course, there was the slim chance a wolf may pop out from the darkness of the caves behind her, but it was much more likely that they would approach from the front, and she stood at one of the few entrances. Therefore when the large and imposing creature stepped into view, her navy eyes found him despite being upwind. He made no attempt to hide himself, either, which she finds both curious and irritating. Had he no sense of self-care, approaching a strange wolf head on, or was it that he was too smug in his size and strength?

Yet her hormones push aside these feelings of irritation as he draws closer, and she curses her body for disobeying her brain. "I'm having a party, what does it look like?" Her eyes roll with her words, though there is less bite to them than her usual tone did have. She steps back further into the cave, inviting him inside and out of the wind. "I was trying to find somewhere to rest without having to wake with frigid bones, which I imagine is also your intention?" She had always heard sharing body warmth was one of the best ways to get out of the cold, and she wouldn't mind putting that to the test.