Timber scented Nikera as he ran, and glanced over his shoulders at the pursuing wolf, her ears pressed against her head as small puffs escaped her mouth as her warm breath floated into the frigid air. Timber acknowledged the she-wolf with a broad nod of his head, and suddenly felt the full power of the storm. The wind lashed his muzzle, and Timber gave a small whimper as ice crystals formulated around his mouth. He squinted ahead through the flakes, and although he could no longer see or scent Shadow, he knew instinctively the wolf was still proceeding towards the cave, and as Timber gave a powerful bound over several snowbanks, muscles braced for the impact of the leap, he caught sight of Shadow - and the cave. Timber's heightened senses caught sight and scent of the wolf curled up in his den, and he realized the storm would quickly trap them inside his dwelling - they had no choice but to wait the storm out inside the cavern. He sighed and accepted this, for although he was territorial, he wasn't one to deny someone protection if they needed it. Timber glanced back at the freezing, kind-hearted Nikera and the thought of sharing his cave suddenly didn't seem so terrible.