[@Song Book]
It was in all reality their regions were close but not his intention. Slumber blanketing his conscious her flapping lead for their fall. More so laying rather than leaning he remained locked with her. The heat she made having preheated the ground the male shivered once without waking. Throughout the night he remained like such until dawn came.

Ice ever present at the edge of their cave. White morning light spilling inward caused the vibrant green eyes to snap open. Nestled into the soft form of the female it seemed her warmth was addicting. His tail gently wrapping her ankle while his nose in her the vicinity of her throat it would have been obvious hostility was dwindling. Alas removing his tail and face from her Reaver rose quickly.

A faint sound of cracking could be heard. Ice quietly shattering stone as it contracted. From the once groggy position Reaver shot upward reaching for Delsa. His tail finding her waist and curling up to under her chest it was in those moments their choosen resting place shattered. Above a Fenrir( a large wolf like beast) had ripped the island landing. A coat of silver and eyes of fire the size comparison was rather dramatic.
The pair of them were but the size of pups to it. No sooner the beast had its fangs bared and the surroundings became a hellish onslaught of chill. Reaver with his claw pressed deep into the stone they were once resting one wasn't one with the situation.