<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/da38251a-f295-4cd0-bed4-5bcc718adfae_zps23deb5af.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/da38251a-f295-4cd0-bed4-5bcc718adfae_zps23deb5af.jpg.html)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Eira<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Ts'udzagha Zhergan<br/><strong>Where:</strong>In a Cave<br/><strong>When:</strong>Evening, 8th day of the Hunger Moon<br/><hr/><br/>Hearing her branches move, Eira looked up from her fire, from the bread and cheese she was finally eating and blinked in surprise at seeing a naked Zhergan entering the cave. She didn't startle, or try to shy away from him. She didn't yell at him to leave her alone. She simply watched him as he settled onto the branches he'd brought inside with him and shook her head gently as she heard the wind begin to howl outside. No one, not even a Wolf, should be out in a Winter storm. Even his fur coat, in his wolfen form wouldn't save him from freezing if a storm was bad enough, and she'd meant it when she'd said she bore the Tikaan no ill will.<br/><br/>When he sat she was still holding his gaze, not bothered in the least by those dual colored eyes and showing no fear of the Omega. What would be, would be. She accepted that he was stronger than her physically, even among her own people most had been. She was petite which meant that, while she was strong for her size, she was weaker than most and she had accepted that long before even the Tikaan had entered her life. At last she finally reached into her basket and pulled out another chunk of bread and cheese and tossed them both toward Zhergan.<br/><br/>"If you've been following me all day, you must be hungry, Zhergan," was all she said before adding a couple of branches to the fire to help keep him warm as well. "I meant what I said out in the woods."<br/><br/>Drawing her cloak more tightly around herself for a moment she frowned slightly before taking it off and tossing it to him to cover himself with. Even a Wolf could get cold and she still had plenty of layers to keep her body warmed when combined with the fire. Besides, he was closer to the mouth of the cave than she was, which meant he's also catch the brunt of any wind that made it's way around the branches she'd placed over it. She didn't want him blaming her if his butt froze during the night. Without saying anything else she stretched out on the floor of the cave, cradling her head on her arms and still facing him. She was perfectly ready to talk civilly if he wished, but also ready to simply go to sleep as well. It had been a long done, and with a storm now coming tomorrow would be as well. If the storm continued she might not even be able to leave the cave the following morning, an idea that didn't sit well with her.