The lynx hybrid didn't hate the snow, nor did she like it. Her thin summer coat was not meant for the cold even of she had been born in a cold country. Lebannen had been sitting outside her den for awhile now, just watching the white flakes drift down from the sky. The entrance was easily hidden by the large ferns and the new layer of white powder. As she turned around and stuck her head into the ferns it would almost seem like she pulled the bear skin from no where to any onlookers.
The horned feline was just about to pull the warm pelt over her small frame when her hair stood on end. It felt like she was being watched. Standing up, fur on end and ears pressed back she examined the area around her. Her eyes glowed from the darkness behind her skull mask, one gold and one silver, as she searched for the eyes that watched her.
A growl like sound bubbled up from her chest as she stared directly at the stag, her eyes like daggers as her gaze bore into his.

Lebannen stood her ground as he stood, not even wavering at their major height difference. She wasn't afraid of him. Her eyes narrowed when he spoke and she took a step forward, the action almost threatening yet a part of her was curious. "Why are you staring at me?" Her voice wasn't gravely or dark, it was soft and smooth, holding a slight growl to it that got her unease across. She wasn't used to being watched by others and she didn't like it in the slightest.
She took a slight essesment of him as she glared at him, while he was huge and covered in thick fur, she was small and her hair was thicker in more important places. While his dark appearance put her on edge it also drew her in like a moth to a flame.

She snorted softly at his answer, her body relaxing some, though she kept a watchful eye on him. She eyed him curiously "Mhmm. Well you don't have to stare so creepily." She smirked behind her mask slightly as she spoke to him, her ears moving forward again. "You could have said hello... I don't bite too hard after all." The lynx chuckled to herself before returning to her bear skin and wrapping the fur around her small frame. She looked at him expectedly as if she was waiting for him to leave or come closer.

The lynx chuckled with him and shook her head at his taste of humor. When his shadow fellvover her she stiffened and took a step away from him, her fur standing on end. Was he trying to get her coat from her? The cold seeped into her eyes as she stared up at him with an unwavering gaze. "Then perhaps you should get yourself a coat..." Her voice trailed off as she didn't know his name and she eyed him expectantly as if he would tell it to her. She wasn't one to share her possessions with anyone, let alone someone she just met.
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She raised a brow behind her mask at his words as he stepped back. Scared of you? She snorted at the thought and snuggled further under her coat. "I'm not scared of you. I've met creatures far scarier than you." She looked up at him, a shadow drifted across her gaze as she remembered the creature that plagued her nightmares, yet her voice held a teasing tone. The witch was something to fear when she was angered and Lebannen had pushed the witch too far at one time. She stared at him for a moment, considered how she should go about her name. "I don't have a name worth sharing." She smirked softly behind her mask, "I may not have one, but I'm sure you do. May I ask what it is?"

Ichabod... She tested the name on her tongue as it rolled around in her head. Stretching her legs out before her she slowly stretched out until she lay on the ground, the trinket that hung from her neck falling forward as she moved before resting against her chest once more. So he really wanted to know. A byname? She didn't have many of those, only three. The lynx shrugged "Leb, Lebby or whatever. You can call me whatever you want, Iggy." Her voice was bland as she listed off two of the names she was called however she perked up when she gave him a nickname. She watched him curiously, to see if he would correct her or just shrug it off. She liked the new little nickname she gave him, less intimidating than Ichabod. Crossing one paw over the other she smiled behind the bone mask. She had the strongest urge to push his buttons, to see just how scary the handsome beast could get.

A giggle fell past her lips as he growled at her, fully pleased with stirring him up. Pulling back from her button pushing she accepted the name without a second thought. Cat it was then. A low rumble came from her chest, a rough purr perhaps as she thought. "Not much to talk about." She shrugged again as she played with the snow around her paws. "I'm not your average kitty cat. I like long naps, mindless bloodshed and interesting things." She purred happily as she dug her claws into the hard soil before looking at the bull that lay just feet away. And you, you are interesting. A sly smile spread across her face as she tilted her head. "Now, Ichabod, why don't you tell me about yourself?" She made a point of saying his name slowly, though she wasn't going to give up on a nickname for him just yet.

Lebannen studied the beast for a long time after he finished speaking before she chuckled and gave a small nod. "I see. Well Ichabod, you've caught my attention." She purred approvingly as she fully relaxed. "You're very interesting; I don't think I'll be able to leave you alone." Standing up she shook out her pelt and padded lightly over to him, the bear skin dragging slightly in the snow. With one swift movement she pulled the blanket from her body and tossed into over his large frame. Giving a satisfied smirk she sat beside him, leaving a foot or two between them. She could still run for her den if he changed his mind on wanting to pounce on her. Where her siblings had strength and muscles, she was lean and quick. well-deserved bloodshed huh? An interesting thought. Who deserved to have their blood spilled and who didn't?

"Oh yes, yes. I bet you are just terrifying when angry." She chuckled softly and nodded her head. For some strange reason she just wasn't scared of him or his little threats. He probably could seriously harm her, but she wasn't scared like she should have been. Perhaps when she said something she shouldn't, or just pushed him too far, she would fear him. Dropping down into the snow she sent a small cloud of white powder up before flopping onto her side, his heat drifting over to her. Stretched out lazily she shivered as the snow seeped into her fur, chilling her small frame. Shaking the white flakes off her pelt she curled into a tight ball, trying to keep herself warm in the cold.

The feline made quick work of shoving her thin frame under the coat and popping her head out one side, the second it touched the ground. She was grateful for the pelt back as she didn't have as thick of fur as he did. However Lebannen stared at the beast for a long time, felling bad for taking her gift back. Standing up on her paws she hesitated for moment before stepping closer. "Don't get mad..." The lynx spoke softly and if he allowed it she would quickly crawl onto his back, the pelt held in her jaws. She had to be careful not to stick him with a claw, and she was wary of his reaction, waiting for him to yell at her at any second. If she got all the up, without him telling her to get off, she would lay the coat over the both of them and lay there nervously, ready to spring away.

^ Note all the ifs. You don't have to go with this. c:

After carefully laying the pelt over both of them she stuck her front half out of the blanket. Her front paws rested on either side of his spine near the shoulders while her hind legs rested off to one side. She had positioned herself just at his shoulder, a relatively safe place away from his antlers. "Now we can both be a little warmer." She stated as she rested her head on her paws, his fur tickling her nose. He smelled different than most, but it wasn't bad. Taking in a deep breath she let it out slowly as she watched the top of his head, taking note that the skull he wore may be a mask. She didn't know what had compelled her to get so cozy with him, but perhaps it wasn't that bad. Ichabod was an interesting beast, and she liked that. She was drawn toward him for some unknown reason.

Lebannen wouldn't fall from his back, her thin frame was perched carefully atop his so that she wouldn't do just that. Letting out a large yawn she allowed her eyes to close as she buried her head in his fur. A soft purr rolled from her chest as she dozed, half way between being asleep and being awake. A large enough movement or loud enough sound would easily jolt her awake, but for now her ears only twitched at the sound of the forest inhabitants around them. The lynx listened intently to his breathing, enjoying the relatively calm moment. She just hoped this wasn't the calm before the storm.