Sky lifted his head, high set nostrils flaring as he caught the scent of water. The air felt heavy and thick with it which meant there was storm brewing near by.  There was still no sign of the storm so he hopped it was a distance off. Not that being drenched in cold water was any threat to him, he could simply increase the heat his body made. Annabel how ever, couldn't. Humans were such fragile things. Even getting wet and cold could do potential harm. "Your kind was simply not meant to navigate in the dark like my kind can."<br/><br/>He snorted at the mention of the word fragile. "Psychically yes. But you have a strong will and caring heart."<br/><br/>He made his way to the large dead fall and peered inside the moss covered hallow to check for any unfriendly tenets, nostrils flaring to take in the stench of rotting wood. Rotten wood meant insects, and some of the multi-legged pests could be venomous. Mouth opening he unleashes a tight controlled stream of searing hot flames. There was enough in the way of dry leaves and rotten wood chips on the ground to start a small but very smokey fire to char the interior of the dead fall. Thick greasy smoke rose around him in fog, he coughed and backed up bit to let the fire burn itself out. The rotten stench of roast insects, charred rotten wood and noxious fungi gave off an arid stench that made him back up more, snorting in disgust.<br/><br/>"It won't smell very peasant but shelter is shelter. We can find a better place tomorrow." Preferably free of creepy crawlies that would have tired to make a potential home under his platting.<br/><br/>"They likely haven't gone too far in the dark. She's smart enough to find a sheltered spot and stay put until morning. By then the police will be here and we can comb the woods with he dogs." the hounds seemed to have a hatred for the best and would track it to its lair. "We will take care of that creature once and for all. As for why she ran away with that thing, I can only hazard a guess. She seems to be under the mistaken impression that running around in the forest is some sort of grand adventure, never mind the dangerous wild life, weather and bandits. " Come Annabel would like be teary eyed and grateful to be rescued.