THE GUILTY HIDE // JOINING-ISH

[MOJAVE]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]"Mornin', friend. Afternoon. Evenin'? Can't really tell." The coydog shrugged and smiled good-naturedly, pleased that the inhabitants didn't reflect their cold surroundings. Of course, did anybody? He didn't think folks back home matched the desert, unless their hardiness counted. [color=#5b1410]"I'm Mojave. I'm just sightseein' is all. Finished up a job along the way. You folks mind guests?" Snowbound, huh? Well, this place certainly was locked down in the stuff, so it was a fitting name. It would take him time to get used to the temperature, although he didn't know if he'd be staying that long. Couldn't see the rest of the world from one spot, right? He hoped they'd understand, and while he was here, he'd do his best not to take advantage of their hospitality. If they did allow him to stay. That bit was up for grabs.

[color=#5b1410]"Nice to meetcha, Izuku. Frosthealer. Is that like a doctor?" The healer part made him assume as much, though with the frost in front of it, maybe he got up to some kinda snow hocus pocus. Mojave wouldn't judge- plenty of folks back in the desert had their own rituals and traditions. Wouldn't surprise him none if they did, although he didn't know how they could live so well in the snow. The coydog kept tucking his duster to try and shield himself from the bite, with little success so far. [color=#5b1410]"You like it? I reckon you don't see any out here, for obvious reasons. I brought this one from the desert, a ways away. Got a few others I left in a sunnier spot a while back." He'd brought sand, too, but he didn't think they cared to know that.

The canine watched as a bird landed by the two felines, but seeing as it didn't say anything, Mojave didn't either. Maybe it was a pet or something.