[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]

There were always different animals that existed in the clans, and birds were one of them. Although they weren't as numerous as some of the predators that did live in the clans, there were some of them scattered about here and there. The young male had seen plenty of different species that lived in the clans, whether they be mythical or mutated it did little to phase someone like him. Although he did have to say that Silent was someone that he probably didn't want to fight all that much considering how massive he was and that the other just creeped him out. Not enough for him to become afraid of course, but the assassin wasn't going to take his chances like that. Killua only knew of one avian that was living in Snowbound at the moment, and he didn't exactly get along with her for whatever reason. Cry seemed to have some sort of vendetta against him despite him not doing anything for her. Not like it mattered toward Killua because he never really paid attention to how other's spoke about him behind his back. He knew no matter which group he decided to reside in, that he was going to be met with unhappy faces while he was there. Well, they were just going to have to live with it until he finally found his goal in life. Killua usually didn't think of most birds as joiners, being a serval meant that his primary diet was rodents and birds a majority of the time. If he was eating that is. The young male had no reason to really hunt unless he decided to in the spur of the moment. He also did have to feed food to his snake companion that he occasionally had with him, but he had recently fed Koru so there was no need for him to do that either. The albino serval was one of the species that lived inside of Snowbound, an interesting animal considering that his species enjoyed warmer climates and just being away from the cold in general. To Killua, being in cold climates was almost perfect to him, and the assassin wouldn't want anything better. He had grown accustomed to the cold thanks to his fur growing out and almost ending in fluffy curls. He took great care of his fur to make sure it was pristine. Despite having no care in the world of spilling organs, he didn't like to have his pelt dirtied all that much. Either way, if Killua had been the first to notice the magpie, the Snowstrike probably would have ignored her until she decided to speak. Birds weren't usually all that much of a threat to a skilled fighter that wasn't afraid of a bird. While he was patrolling though, he caught a slightly familiar scent, and instantly his fur was on edge. The hell was that kid doing all the way out here? Killua wasn't sure what to think of Harrison when Jacob found him on the border and took him in as practically his own. There was a corpse near the border, and Killua didn't have the specifics on who died and how it was related to Harrison. He wasn't going to ask just yet though, as he had to figure out what the kid was doing so far away from camp. A scowl spread across the albino's facial features as he didn't want to necessarily be a babysitter. He barely even got along with those that were his age anyway. His air elemental's worked perfectly either way, where it made it to where he didn't give off a scent and where his movements were almost completely muffled so it was practically impossible to hear him coming. As he was trotting toward the direction where Harrison was, he started to hear voices, his large white ears perked up as he wondered who the kid was talking to. Not one of them obviously. However, while he was making his way over, the scent of decay filled his nose. August. At least what's what he believed the male's name to be when he had first talked to him. He thought that the deer would have at least wanted to get some rest before doing anything else. Oh well. Killua stopped as he approached the scene, looking at the small black kitten who was having a conversation with the bird, then giving a small nod toward August to acknowledge the other's presence. The assassin stopped himself directly behind Harrison as he looked up at the avian female. Obviously, she was cold considering how fluffed up her feathers were. "Yo. His parent is... here." Killua told her calmly, although he wasn't sure he felt okay with lying to the young male about what had happened to one of his parents. "But you, shouldn't be so far away from camp. Jacob's gonna be upset you know." Killua scolded, his sapphire blue eyes narrowing, but there was no bite behind his words. It wasn't his job to really scold the kid, just to keep him out of trouble he guessed. His attention turned back toward the bird though, tilting his head slightly. "This is Snowbound. Who are you?" Killua got straight to the point as always. If the other wanted to get back to camp with them to get warm it was better to skip the formalities.

snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons