Cold? Really. "Are you?" He cannot place what she was, but something about her made him want to see what would happen if the wolf within were let loose. "And to whatever I like?" He kept studying her, gaze unwavering. "Generous words to give to a stranger, lady." He let his gaze linger, then looked away, studying the tent, the things in it, and lastly, the other... things, people, creatures, in it. The empty field, the white tent, the cab breaking down, and the twilight sky with no moon, all very suspicious, but he took it all in with a grain of salt.
"The moon does not touch the sky here. There is no west moving wind. This is you?" He could feel something animal crawl beneath his skin when the woman and dogs enter, something ancient and nearly forgotten by all but himself. He reaches for a bottle of something off the table, not minding if it's mead or blood or knowing to figure out the difference here.