It was hard to tell whether or not the snowy-haired youth was actually considering gracing Felicity with his company. His expression remained only vaguely amused, the corrupt kind of amusement in which one might catch the glimmers of something close to sadism if they knew what they were looking for. Felicity had seen it before, and though it had been a while, she also knew what it felt like to hold such an expression. Had the roles been swapped, with the girl healthy and advantaged and the boy gaunt and exposed, she was sure she'd treat her given power similarly.

Finally the slender boy moved forward to stand in front of her. They stood nearly eye to eye, and Felicity straightened her spine further to prevent any hint of slouch from increasing her few inches of disadvantage. As she had a few minutes before, the feral girl once again discovered the limitations of the human body when she worked her throat to growl at the tugging on her hair and nothing but a low groan came out. At least she hadn't flinched at his voice this time; where once the syllables had sounded so wrong and painful to receive, they were now little more than a simple annoyance she would have flicked her wolf ears at in an attempt to ward them off like flies.

"Too cold?" she drawled, her voice swimming in sarcastic surprise. "I didn't know there was such a thing." She was interested in his birthplace, Reykjavik, but she didn't question him about it. She was beginning to think it was his voice in particular that so disagreed with her ears, so the less useless information she got out of him, the better. She'd take her time with the more valuable information, though she wasn't really sure where to start. Surely she'd need him to tell her the inner workings of this strange, non-human place, but its strangeness was truly as far as her knowledge went. For now, instead of prying, she would listen and more or less glean what she needed to create a base for some questions. This man was an interesting character, and as it seemed that interest was mutual for the moment, Felicity was willing to consider his presence safer than others. "Interest" did not equate to "friendship," however, so the scrawny girl began to steel herself for the exhausting expedition that would be their relationship for the time being. This would require the energy of any new or intermediate relationship without the reward of being around someone you actually liked.

When he turned on his heel and began to walk, Felicity surged forward and kept pace with him instinctively. Despite never being part of a pack, as a wolf, part of her existed with a permanent herd mindset. She flanked him instinctively, like a second-in-command; the state in which he had found her did not allow them to be equals, but the social fragments of the skinny girl's personality demanded dominance and she would not accept a position in which she was of lower ranking than she absolutely had to be. She didn't even pay a thought to it as that part of her spurred her forward until she walked nearly beside him, falling back just enough to let him lead the way as he certainly knew more about where they were going than she did.

She had run miles in worse condition than this, and despite being shaky and weaker than usual after her shift, she kept up easily and listened with an eyebrow raised to the words he tossed at her over his shoulder. Frost was an unusual name, but she supposed hers was not much better to his ears so she did not question it. Neither did she comment on his remark about the shirt, though she did smirk.

"I know nothing," she said in response to his question about the others. "Though, now, I know that they live in a city. I've been drawn in this direction for a while, and only recently did I realize it was because there were other Night creatures like myself. Running into you proved what my nose told me. However, I did not know anything else. I suspected this might be a territory of some sort, which was a close enough guess." She lifted her sharp, bony shoulders in a shrug and let them fall again in a manner which might have been heavy had she had any mass with which her shoulders could fall in a less childish manner. "I assume you know more than I do. Do you live there?"

As they walked, the scent of non-human grew stronger. It seemed to be leaking through the trees from a concentrated source, which she assumed was the city Frost had mentioned. She also began to smell food and pollution, and the artificial lights of a dense population mixed with the weak light from the early morning sun. Felicity lifted her lip in distaste at some of these scents, though her stomach growled ferociously at the smell of cooking meat and vegetables. She frowned as she realized her human form would have a much harder time finding food than the one with four legs and useful teeth. She'd probably have to steal, which she hadn't done in a while but the idea of which didn't really bother her. The only other option was begging, an option which would have been rather unthinkable had it even occurred to her. She certainly wasn't going to ask Frost to feed her. She intended to get a look at the city while she wasn't completely without protection before getting a cautious feel for it on her own time. Whether or not this meant she remained in Frost's company, she didn't really care. He wasn't exactly a delight, but he wasn't useless.

There was a question she had been rolling around in her mind which only now she decided to ask. She had had little reason to hold it back other than simply not feeling like asking it, but now, as they neared this strange city with its scents both enticing and repulsive, she felt she might as well.

"Do you know anyone else like us?" she said, choosing her words carefully, though she couldn't decide why she was so cautious about the question. "I've known there are others, but I've never met any before you. What are they like?"

Felicity Crow

I'm rusted from the rain