When the bones of his meal laid bare as annihilated Reaver moved away. The trail of still draining falling just as the waterfall from the side of the island inspired his discomfort knowing well he was a mess. Of course he shared a glance at the still eating. Naturally he sought to bathe bringing an exceptional or so it seemed idea. The male individual looked partially upward before reconsidering his action. Several taps on the stone above tied to curious glances around he acted on his idea.

A second later as his claw pierced the cave ceiling near the cave opening water gushed through the claw holes make certain he knew it was a mistake. Instantly from his jaws sprouted a horrifying scream which one would imagine being in the nightmares of young. Against his skin the literally freeze cold liquid stole warmth absurdly quick causing him to flail backwards to block his face. It took abit of withering around and screeching but Reaver escaped the sprout which just about paralyzed him by lowering his blood temperature dramatically. The next thought was truly fixed on Delsa, she was warm.

Reaver found himself crawling towards the female subconsciously seeking to close distance. Soaked and in shock his breath poured out in large heaves with his claws very gently pulling on the female's side. It was a strange sort of hug in which he pressed himself with her incidentally stopping  whatever she was doing. The warmth she produced more than welcoming as Reaver stated something obvious and kind of hard not to notice." I'm cold. The water is cold..." the small tone of his voice revealing his dependence on the heat the girl made.