Perhaps with his age, his mind had finally started to go just a little bit. It was certainly a possibility, but Tyrion found that highly unlikely. No, the winds had genuinely shifted, and the sky grew angrier by the second. Even with age, the elder male had only lost some of the jump in his step. Arthritis was demon spawn if he ever knew it! He gave a small laugh to himself as he moved at what was practically a snail's pace. Not oblivious to the weather, simply certain that he would make it to a safe place long before it got so bad he needed to find something for shelter immediately.

That was until a young lady (grown, quite certain of that, but most definitely young in comparison) had paused alongside him. It was enough to break him fully into the present. Anything that had been filtering through his thoughts was lost like a life on the wind. Much like the winds that had begun to pick up around them. Tyrion didn't shy away from the nudge as she barked at him. He still enjoyed the presence of a lady, after all. Old only in years, slightly in body, but certainly not in spirit. "Yes, quite right," he said. His mis-matched gaze drifted skyward. The sight of the blackened clouds caused him to shudder as he followed after Myrria. "Lead the way, my dear," he added with a friendly smile. He could feel the wind cut deep through his fur. Hopefully they would find something soon. A place the might have... proper conversation even. Tyrion did always enjoy good conversation.