The Arch Wilder
Vulpesen's golden eyes went out to the white beyond his ship's viewport, his lids widening in anticipatory dread. The simply truth was, he hated the cold. For this reason, he'd been taken care to make sure to bring Shadow with him. The large fox now sat in his cargo hold, ready to leave once the ship's ramp was lowered. He looked to his side, giving [member="Neshoba Nodi"] a smile. "Here we are." He did his best to wipe away the fear in his voice and face, but he couldn't help it. He absolutely hated the cold. The things he did for... was she a friend? Some how that didn't fit, but he wasn't sure what did, so he went with that.