The kitsune leaned back casually against a wall as the tiger made himself known, his eyes focusing on his three tails. Although, he had to admit, something didn't smell right, didn't smell quite the same. It smelled almost like salt. But tht couldn't be right. Salt didn't smell bad, but this burned his nose ever so slightly. His ears flicked in annoyance as he tilted his head, resting a gloved hand on one of his pistols. There was something going on. Slowly, he stood up, narrowing his eyes as the tiger rushed outside for a bit, sounds of snow being picked up floating across the room.<br/><br/>With a huff, the demon sat back down, shaking his head. It could've been the tails. They certainly looked evil enough to smell like that. When the furry came back in, Trystan smiled at him, nodding to his tails. "Oiyu, you gonna wash those things? They smell terrible! Worse then month old dried blood." Both his arms were crossed in front of his chest as he stood again, walking towards the door, ears twitching every now and then. The wind was speeding up now, whistling as it took snow and hurled it into the air. "Oh boy..... that sounds nasty. Well, looks like we might be here for a little longer eh? Damn this apocalyptic weather."