Unbeknownst to either, the creature approaching was also contemplating the present climate, but with notably less bitterness. It was too young to feel hate, maybe, or it simply had yet to encounter it. It regarded the frigid lands it had left as generally unpleasant to exist within, but it understood them as independent from its self. There were many things there, with thicker hide and better constitution.
It contemplated the hares in the snow, how ethereal they seemed in the chase. It could sense a kind of kinship in that instability, his own edges blurring in the glittering void. It imagined the rabbit was unaffected by its own nature, finding comfort where it could disappear - It had yet to find its own solace in being unknowable. But that was a farce, because every so often he'd catch one of them and feel that ambiguity give way in his teeth and dissolve with the blood spill. Life simply could not support that kind of change, only the illusion of it. The curtains were ripped away as he had eaten.
With warmer weather came more colours, more differentiation between plant, earth, rock and animal. It felt bare here, but in a different way - something more abstract rather than the constant discomfort of ice on skin. Its outer layer still clicked and grinded when it walked, the holes in its face claustrophobically small. Even in the light of day, something larger and hungrier could lurk beyond its sight. It noted that even fear wasn't entirely an unpleasant feeling - it could be inconvenient, yes, but the excitement it brought made it harder to overthink. Like most sensations, it could learn to enjoy it if it wanted.
It approached the rush of water it had heard from afar, intrigued by the force of the noise. Perhaps a little afraid of it; But a darker shape caught his attention. Canine. Larger. Strange. Despite the thrill of a new discovery, the caution extended to the stranger too. Antagonising the wolf, even on accident, could be bad for his future health. Something about curiosity killing cats.
It hung back like a patient scavenger. Invisible tendrils reached outward before it did anything, seeking a vision of the odds. Regardless, its mind hummed a Hello from where it lingered, behind and to Ridley's right, head lowered, covered in its white carapace.
[ ooc: Janus is casting empathy. ]
[ on a successful roll: Janus is able to sense the emotions Ridley experiences in his next post, and will react to them accordingly. It will also impart a subtle calming presence, if only to prevent immediate physical violence.]
[on a failed roll: Janus doesn't sense shit and the vibes Ridley gets from it are up to him ]