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Dryco had ventured out to get a bit of a hunt in, not that he made a habit of hunting right before a storm came in, but he really wanted to hunt today. The whole pride could feel the impending storm, and he was the only nut that was still out and about, all because the hoofed creature he had hunted kept leading him further out. When he finally had caught the Bongo antelope, the male had very little time to celebrate his victorious hunt before he realized JUST how far away from his den and pride he was. There was no way he was making it home before the storm, he just could feel it in the air.

Dryco started looking for a place to den down temporarily, and drag his kill into. He figured he could both eat the meat and use the corpse as an entrance block to keep the cold out of wherever he holed up for the storm. He found a den that would do, though it was much too big for one lion really, but he would just have to try to stay warm as best he could while out of the weather. The male stuffed his kill part way in the entrance and heard talking not far away. He blinked and called out. "'Lo out thar? Best be getting inside, storm comin'."

Dryco scooted himself into the cave and over to the side so that the lioness could get into the den as well. "Not m' den. Nobody dens this fer inta the huntin' grounds." The pride stayed in the mountain unless they needed to hunt, and really, Dryco was a warrior, he technically should not have been out hunting. But he had wanted to help some since there was not a lot of fighting to be had right now. Now he was regretting his hunting trip. He might have been a good hunter, but he should stick with fighting from the look of this situation. Guarding the pride was important too.

"Best ta stay 'ere wit me fer now, lass. Tha storm could be ah bit an' I couldna tell ye where tha next cave is. 'Ave some food, an' donna worry about favors. When tha storm passes, ye should return to m' pride wit me an' rest proper befur headin' out agin." Dryco was not going to let some rogue female get herself killed up here in the mountains by letting her roam about without proper rest. Heck he would escort her out of the pride's lands if he had to to make sure she was safe.

Dryco pulled the kill back so that it covered most of the opening to the den, to help protect them from anything that might be coming in once the storm started. He did not want to be blinded by flying snow or anything horrible. The male was oblivious to the female's sudden change of demeanor. He had already decided she was not openly aggressive, so there was not much more reason in his mind to keep watching her body language. "Aye, there's ah pride 'ere, lass. We 'ad a fire if ya count tha' as calamity. 'Ad some deaths, an' are still cleanin' up from it. Ye lookin' fir somethin' up 'ere, lass?"

If this lioness was looking for a pride, Dryco thought perhaps he should help her. His pride was not really big on contact with outside prides, but they also were not complete shut ins. Maybe he could be of some help to her. "M' pride is the Dvergr an' m' name is Dryco." He hears the wind pick up and a few snow flakes flying past the entrance of the den they had holed up in. The few flakes quickly pick up and he hopes the female has a heavy pelt like himself. He takes the hyena pelt he usually wore off his back and looks at the female. "Do ye need?" He offers the cloak.

Dryco settled himself a bit more as the wind picked up and snow started to really come down outside. He was grateful for the body of that kill helping to block some of that wind for himself and the lioness beside him. "The Dvergr is m'pride. We're ah little stouta an' shorta din most lions." He positioned himself a bit closer to the female at the offer to share the cloak. "Ah 'ave thicker fur, but ah can try to keep ya warma, lass." Truthfully her suggestion of sharing the cloak was a good one. He might have thicker fur, but even he was going to get cold. If they shared the cloak he could both use his ticker fur to keep her warm and use the cloak and her to keep himself warm.

Dryco was still mentally kicking himself for being out this far when a storm came up. He knew better than to hunt so far from the entrances to the mountain. "Ya neva know, lass. Ya might na 'ave been lookin' fur what ya think. Need ta let fate guide yer paws and work 'ard." He nodded to himself. The dark male was a firm believer in hard work and fate. To him the two of them went paw in paw and one could not truly get to one's fate without hard work, but one could also not completely escape fate by slacking off.

"O'course, ya kin, lass. If ya wanta be ah Dvergr, ya kin return wit m' afta' th' storm passes." Dryco got a bit excited at the female's question and his accent just got thicker. A dwarf was a dwarf afterall, and they had their own language in some respects. He tried not to be too hard to understand to outsiders now that there were so many new bloods coming into the pride. Unfortunately, there was only so much he could do and then he would get excited and every bit of effort would disappear like dust on the wind.

Dryco gave the lioness a smile, though it was not as cheerful as one might expect. He really was happy, but his eyes still showed worry. He was spending too much time worrying over his sister lately. Even now, stuck in a den with a pretty lioness and snuggled up to her for warmth, the male was worrying over whether he would be able to get this kill home to his sister to lighten her workload around their den. "If ya need, m' sister and Ah kin offer our den 'til ya settle in."

Dryco simply snuggles the female close to himself and puts a paw over her shoulders at first. The temperature was dropping fast, and he did not want this female to freeze. It would not be a very long storm, of that he was quite certain just with how fast the snow was falling outside now. "Me sister wouldna hear ena different, lass. Ya need ah place ta sleep while ya settle in." Besides, he was a warrior. He had no doubt that if this female did pose a risk, he could handle it. From what he had seen so far, though, the male would say this female wouldn't harm anyone any more than his own sister would.

Dryco knew that she would find a warm welcome in his pride and as long as she proved herself worthy of keeping it, there would be a place for her among them. And there would be plenty of males after her soon enough if she showed interest in it. The male hoped she found settled in and stayed around. Perhaps she could get his sister to actually look for a husband instead of waiting for one to come to her. He certainly knew one thing. This female would change things for the better back home. That he was quite certain of.