The first thing that struck Stray as Shanty opened the door was how much he towered over Stray. In kuhna form, Stray had to look up to the human's face, his brow creasing as he noticed the color in Shanty's eyes was gone. Well, of course it was. It was a strange thing to be startled about, at this point.
Shanty smiled at first, then seemed to realize the expression on the kuhna's face. "Where's that lowlife?" Shanty asked, reaching down to pick Stray up in his arms and brush some of the snow off of him.
"He fell. He's on a rock shelf somewhere... nearby. I need help getting him." Stray spoke quickly and quietly, shivering as some of the cold was chased from his bones. The shelter had heaters, and Stray wanted nothing more than to stay there, but Shyster needed rescuing first. "Please. I can't leave him out there."