Vayko hummed at her suggestion. That was along Viorel’s line of thinking as well it seemed. He offered a nod but no verbal recognition, at least not for a moment. “I think that’s the general idea. Stay in one place… stick together, survive, then try and find our way home once things thaw and prey is plentiful.” He agreed, though truthfully he didn’t have half an idea of what his cousin had planned. He agreed with that. “Anyone who isn’t us is our enemy.” He quoted softly. Perhaps others thought he was overreacting, but he wasn’t. It was important.
Contrary to popular belief, he had logic to back up every sentence that came out of his mouth. There was so much left undisclosed that it was difficult to imagine being able to trust anyone who did not carry the Valle last name. He grinned, his tail wagging softly. Yes, he was her knight in shining armor, wasn’t he? “Maybe, but we have to find them first… if you were dropped here, I like to think they will be here when they arrive as well, but we just don’t know…” He had to wonder if they were going to drop them at all.
He scowled at the words, though it was in a more jovial manner. “I am not that much younger than you, missy.” He teased back. He was certainly a nester and he knew that she loved that about him. He guided her to the creek that hadn’t quite frozen over yet, seeing the fish swimming around inside as he licked his chops. “Well then, no time to waste.” The words were soft as he made his way over to the edge, careful to line himself up so his shadow might fall the opposite direction, watching the pattern of the fish swimming. When it lined up, he quickly scooped his paw inside, batting a fish carefully out into the bank next to it before biting it’s neck to deliver a killing blow. This was familiar to him at least. He offered her the fish with a soft smile. “It’s not a sea fish, but it’s still decent.” God, he missed his fish.