Snow Days

A tiger? He'd only seen such beasts in storybooks as a child. Then again the same could be said of lions, but it wasn't as if Remi could see himself. To see the impressive and amazingly painted creature was stunning, and for a moment Remi's man-mind took hold and he simply marveled. Taking a back seat was not something his lion-instincts were want to do, and quickly he heard himself returning her greeting with a throaty rumble of his own. Curious though. Clearly she was a shifter and yet ... why did she not speak back to him? Can you not speak to me in this way? Remi mentally sent with a slight tilt of his bulky skull. Then again Remi had never encountered a shifter who wasn't from Northaven. Perhaps telepathy was a gift that came from the ritual he'd performed long ago as a child? But then again, this lion's body had only appeared here. Maybe he would have to find more of his kind and experiment on just how much their abilities had changed. Two large cats trudging unsuccessfully through the snow was probably an amusing sight for anyone looking on, as was seeing one of them playfully plop down into the snow. Spinning with as much grace as he could despite how his lower half began to sink into the snow, Remi extended a paw and playfully batted towards her muzzle and the fabulously white teeth which had just been reaching for his own tail. Bright golden eyes watched her with amusement before one of his paws curled slightly to try and thrust snow her way, which subsequently sank him up to his belly. REMI It's not a silly little moment, it's not the storm before the calm This is the deep and dyin' breath of this love we've been workin' on