Even when she was weary, she seemed to glow like an angel made from the winds and the sleet. In fact, had he not been more aware, he might have mistaken her for a rather remarkable flurry rather than a wolf. But ah, he had grown beyond that - she could be behind an entire wall of stone and he'd know it was her. But still, that weariness...he did not think he liked the look of it. It hastened him, pulled him to her side faster than he might have hoped possible. She was absolutely cold. Even the warmth of her soul could not hide that from him.

It was good to be cold though. It stopped him from blushing when her muzzle brushed his cheek. Instead, he cleared his throat and nodded, head down and against the wind as he called back. "For you? Always!" And so, he took the brunt of the wind and snow for her as they trekked towards Spirane; admiteddly, he had not been there long enough to remember all of the best hiding places but he had an idea at least. Closer the mountain's base, the trees began to buckle against rock, their roots lifted up to reveal deep caverns and outcrops. There'd be one nearby but he would not rush her - at least, not enough to risk her harm.

Eventually though, he had spotted the dark tree and with that, he had nudged her forward, quickened to a lope before he peeled away to quickly dig at whatever snow had obscured the entrance. Though the rocks were slick, they were not too bad; he had gauged them with a quick paw test, a learned habit from definitely falling over far too many times trying to get into tricky spots. With that, he barked and motioned for her to enter, taking his place half-way down the slope so that she might use him to lean upon if she needed. Though dark and, well, a bit damp really, it'd be enough for now. It'd warm up in moments - or he'd keep her warm. Whichever came first!

"You should have called earlier, Samia! I would have prepared you a place - or come out to find you sooner. Somebody like you shouldn't be expected to be out there in such wretched weather," he sighed, disappointed in himself for having not realized sooner, before he allowed himself to slide down the slick stone and onto the dirt and rock of the cavern's floor. In on swoop, he moved about the edge of the area, used his tail to sweep away the webs that hung too long in some vain effort to create a more...acceptable resting spot. It'd do for now. It just...wasn't perfect.