Thread: ..::A Dragons Heart::.. [Gentleman & Ironic]

Jarvan nodded, as she accepted his offer of a cloak, throwing the backpack over his shoulder afterwards. No need to tolerate winds, if there are alternatives, my dear Shyvana. No one here, would frown upon someone wanting warmth... He chuckled, looking over towards a few of his men, shaking his head a single time, as he stroked his cheek. We're all freezing our toes off here... He grunted, with another light laugh, looking back down to Shyvana, as they started walking. He noticed a squinting of the Hybrid's eyes, looking himself to the sky, and then to a few of his men, walking nearby. They where keeping closer together, huddling, their limbs visibly shaking, as he frowned. Her question turned his gaze back on Shyvana, then to the sun, as he stretched his shoulders. We where about to camp, actually. While our Golem searched for tracks. He explained, looking back down to her, with his genuinely kind smile. But you're oure tracker now, Shyvana. When you can guarantee to me, or at least convince me, that you'll be able to pick up our prey's tracks in the morning again? Then, we can camp. He explained, putting a bit of the pressure, on Shyvana's shoulders. He did not want to rest, before he was certain, that the rest wouldn't just loose them the track completely. They already made that mistake, having lost the tracks completely, when they last rested. Jarvan walked unhindered through the snow, even for the heavy armor pieces on his body, weighing him down. Each step fell deep into the snow, but none of them where hindered by it. Like an unstoppable object, he waded through the snow, pushing it aside. When Shyvana called for his attention, she got it in full, walking to her side, looking down to the blood, as he narrowed his eyes. He nodded a single time with her question, looking forth, as he set forward again. Next blood trail we find, will give us an idea, of the direction. Then, we'll camp for the night. He explained, looking back down to Shyvana, smiling. You do look like someone, who'se done a lot of travelling, and could use a rest. He teased, his own eyes definitely showing signs of exhaustion as well. Near them, a flap of heavy wings was audible, and Jarvan turned his attention towards it, as a Golem flew over head, then gliding down towards the side of the two. Jarvan took a pause, letting the massive creature, easily hulking the other travellers with several heads of height, thudding against the snow bellow him. I am sorry, my Prince.. I have not traveled lands, as white as these before.. I found no tracks of the Drake, but for broken tree tops, in that direction. The Golem explained, pointing in the direction they where heading, causing Jarvan to smile. Galio.. I think, that is more helpful, than you believe.. Jarvan thanked his helpful Guardian, clapping a hand against the other's arm, nodding towards the rear. Take up the rear, with Holding. We'll be resting soon, and he'll be first watch. He ordered, Galio bowing his head a single time, throwing a short glance towards Shyvana. While others showed fear, and Jarvan showed compassion and kindness, Galio showed nothing. Not a single shred of emotion in the cold stone's eyes, as it turned around, heading towards the rear guard of the travelling group. Jarvan's eyes turned back down towards Shyvana, smiling again. Our tracker spotted broken trees. I'd bet my Banner, that we'll find another trail of blood, in that direction. Then, we can find a place to camp, and get ourselves some refreshments. He nodded, before setting off again, letting Shyvana lead the way, with her astute sense of smell.