Jaguarclaw didn't notice the she-cat working double time to match his strides. Heat flooded his ears at the sudden realization. What had gotten into him? Normally he was very careful about things like this, but today just seemed to be one of his off days. Cautiously, the large tom shortened his strides and slowed his pace down, just enough so it was barely noticeable. He didn't know Marbleface that well and he didn't want to make it seem like he noticed her efforts.
The Bengal's ears swirled towards her, listening although his yellow hues were darting around the trees. He took note of the open moors and the breeze that drifted through the grass causing them to sway. He couldn't help but think how miserable that must be, the moors were no place for a Shadowclan warrior. Jaguarclaw nodded his agreement towards her about the wind before her next few words took him by surprise. "You really enjoy the cold weather then? The harshest of seasons for all clan?" his deep voice rang. A chill ran up his spine just thinking about the harsh times just around the corner.