Reaver gave the girl an out spoken look questioning whether she was going to or not. Patience dwindling and the outdoor temperatures dancing repeatedly back and,forth with every whisper the wind shared. In a manner not completely polite he'd pull on of her hands onto his shoulder assuming she'd caught the drift his tail took one metallic scrap against the cave stone and he started stepping forward confirming she was holding on.[@Song Book]

Just as he had black scales flashed under a ungodly glare  white light shining along the blanketed islands below and above. More of it was ice higher up but in the end it produced the same atmosphere. Just as before they caught an updraft of heated air from the oblivion below which pushed them far enough skyward Reaver could glide a good 4 miles before having to once more catch a volcanic vent. To a minimum convenience keeping gathering chill off the male. Like a flake on the northern wind the glide switched to a rolling dance downward. The ending spiral passing by them both allowing a rough but overall safe landing near an apple tree cloaked in cold.

It wasn't in vain thou as the chill did nothing more then refrigerate t he fruit itself. Sparing words to Delsa quite instantly reaching towards a low branch no sooner then they could land." Fruit, do you eat it? Or is it necessary to find you something else?" Words were indeed short but fruit in comparison to meet with him was like asking a five year old whether they wanted desert before dinner; they obviously would have desert first and Reaver would rather eat meet. A sweet puny snap came from apple he pulled from plant leaving others which he'd grab  soon enough if his company not.