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Shyster could've sworn he had icicles hanging from his nose--not that he'd be able to do much about it, paws buried in two feet of snow. Human forms were impractical, in a place like Fe'gan, as much as Shyster wasn't terribly fond of walking on all fours. He'd grown quite used to the two-legged life, and of looking devilishly handsome. Nothing about this great, snow-powdered beast was attractive to live in, but it served its purpose.
He angled his head back as he heard Stray grunt in frustration, the kuhna's trek a lot less easy, with shorter legs. Shyster had made attempts to help him before, out of the goodness of his own heart, but Stray was having none of it. Fine, then. Shyster still kept an eye on the boy now and then, squinting against the howling wind as it whistled. He was thankful for the boy's dark fur--in such a strange phenomenon as this, it would be easy to lose him if he were any lighter.