Cold

ROSCORRO He did not hear what the filly had said, only the sound of a voice registered in the dark subconscious of sleep. His eyes shot open, as wild and grey as storm clouds. His body tensed but otherwise he did not move, ready to react should hostilities be thrown at him. But the only hostile attack that came were the words of the child. As she walked away he rose to his full height, easily towering over the girl. With a might shake, the items in his mane and tail tinkling, he rid himself of the leaves that clung to his hulking frame. He did not make a comment about how she had been walking quite close to the tree he had been sleeping by. Only saying. "Says the filly who is wandering alone at night." The cold swept over him, causing his skin to twitch. His eyes fell  upon the branch the girl was using as a light. "There is plenty of room in this nook, if you are looking for shelter." He stepped aside, gesturing as the massive roots that he had used to shelter himself from the worst of the cold. "I can also help you find more wood to build a fire. It would be warmer and last longer than your stick.." His claws were quite good at digging pits to build flames within. It would surely keep them warm and possibly keep the predators at bay. "It is not safe for anyone to be traveling out here in the darkness." There would still be a good hour or so before what little sun existed in this frigid season, peaked through the foliage. It was the time when the world was at it coldest. A small fire like that would do little to combat it. Plus, the stick would only last so long, as he had pointed out. Though he looked like a heartless beast on the outside, Roscorro was far from emotionless. He'd not let the young filly wander these lands on her own. His long tail swished back and forth as he watched her curiously, leaving wisps of smoke in its wake. Around them the darkness fell silent, as if the world were watching them. Within it he could feel those wretched eyes watching him. Would he never be free of them? Instead of focusing on them his attention remained on the girl before him. His kind eyes read every movement she made, ready to react should she try to flee. Though she might not thank him for it, he was not going to leave her unattended in the dark. "Where are you parents?" He asked the one question that was nagging at him. Surely someone had to care about this pretty lass? Or had she been abandoned like him? Talk." But You Cannot Break My Hope! I'm Still Undefeated!

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OOC:
Open to anyone that wants to come interrupt my boy's sleep!