From their hideout, their eyes roam the beasts body with curiosity. It speaks to their mind, not a threat, a mere response to their own words. It amazes them just a tad; using their mind to speak. From the rafters, the chill sweeps into the room, causing a cold ache to settle into their weary bones. “I can see that now. The cold cannot touch you, through all that fur.” A pause, as they tilt their head at the figure. “If I may, can I ask if you are human underneath all that fur, or are you a true beast?”