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The night would be a cold one, colder than usual for this time of year. If Jove was capable of generating any warmth at all his breath would appear in sporadic clouds in front of his face. And yet the pup wandered through the woods, clothed only in a white, long-sleeved nightshirt that fell to his knees. He looked every part the ghost as he wandered soundlessly across campus.

His brother might have thrown a fit, knowing he was out there in such cold night and not snuggled warmly in bed with his foxfires, but Jove hadn't been sleeping much recently. Too many dreams of his little wisps dissolving, or being chased and caught by hunters. Sometimes it was his friends being chased, or trapped. Sometimes they were all sliced open by knives.

Strangely enough, it was never himself who was the victim in these dreams. He always just looked on, helpless to do anything about it.

Deep in thought, the boil paid little attention to where his pale feet took him. Had he not lived there for a year now it might have been a very good way to get himself lost.

A single fluffy ear twitched and turned to listen to the stranger approach, Jove's full attention following a split second later to catch the wave. Had he been that deep in thought, to not hear the student approaching this far? What if it had been...

If the stranger had been paying close attention, he might have seen the hair on the pup's neck rise ever so slightly as he sniffed the air, searching for signs that this was only a shell of a human. But it wasn't the odd-artificial sent that hit his nose, it was a wave of mint, and the crispness of a true winter's day.

He looked up at the student who approached, his nerves settling somewhat. Almost the sheer opposite of his friend Tybalt, this boil was pale and white, with red eyes instead of blue. But similar wolfish ears, a fluffy wolfish tail... Jove stared a little longer than strictly necessary, his manners lapsing slightly while he examined his polite company. He couldn't place the clothing, but it reminded him of Junko in a way. Was this a new student?

Jove suddenly realized how he must have looked to the stranger, bare-foot in the cold grass, icy pre-frost dew decorating his little ankles, wearing his bedclothes. Like a lost, frozen child. He nodded blankly, he was okay. He just had things to think about is all, nothing concern oneself over.

Frost in the Storm... It was definitely a very apt name. Judging by the other's state of dress he was similarly unbothered by the cold, or naturally used to this weather, and when it snowed.. Well, Jove had only seen snow once or twice in his short life, but he imagined King would simply vanish into a storm of it.

Jove clasped his hands, delicate fingers getting lost in the long shirt sleeves as he nodded slowly. A ghost was a sort of spirit, wasn't it? And then a quicker shake of the head as the taller boil continued with the questions. No, he was okay! Really, he didn't need shoes, or whatever a kimono was. It must have been clothing, he had heard Tomoko mention it once before. Maybe.

The little pup had yet to give his own name, but with so much on his mind, his manners were not very high on the list. Besides, the questions had distracted him already.

Jove's ears turned forward, and he watched with big, glowing eyes focused on the other canine. Yes, he was sure this one was a canine now, there was just something wolf-like about him. The pup was so lost in his musing he completely forgot to take offence with the getting lost comments. This school had been his home for the past year, he couldn't get lost on it's grounds...

But the stranger had shown some concern, expressed in a kind, yet not patronizing manner, and that stuck with Jove more than the words themselves. Finally he nodded slowly once more, and turned to wander into the woods.

He was a wisp, of course he would lead followers into the deeper darkness...

Jove's ears perked, and he glanced over his shoulder to shake his head. He didn't mind at all, and would even share the sentiment if his natural form wasn't the size of a bruteball and outweighed by one five times over. For that reason the pup could have been suspicious, but over the past year hadn't his fears shifted from the FEARful to more human sources?

The little ghost's eyes glowed brightly, but there was little expression in them as he watched King a little longer. All of a sudden it looked like a thought occurred to the pup. He whirled back around to face forward, blushing enough that even the tips of his fluffy ears lit up slightly. If nothing else, the thought that King might want to remove his clothing before shifting brought some emotion to the little ghost's face.

Once he heard the soft sound of a four-footed gait, Jove turned and glanced back. Such heavy fur, and that size! The pup was envious, his own larger form was not so large, or white and pristine, and his fur, although thick, wisped out and made him look overly fluffy. King's fur just made him look impressive.

He reached out to catch a snowflake, ears perking forward as he examined it. The ice didn't melt on his hand, he was also a cold being at the moment.

To his credit, the pup didn't shy away from the bright eyes and sharp teeth. Where were they off to? Jove didn't know, so he just started walking deeper into the woods.

Jove's ears turned in a similar manner as they walked in silence, picking up the minute sounds of the night forest. They perked when King began to speak again. Another silent headshake from Jove, after a second of thought. No, he wasn't even talkative in the best of times, and tonight he couldn't even be bothered to put on a scowl over the other ghost's observations.

But King had no reason to worry about being too talkative for Jove's taste, so the head shake could be taken two ways.

The pup's nose lifted as he scented the air, and then suddenly veered in a different direction. He picked up his pace, and trotted a ways deeper into the underbrush before coming to a stop. In front of some pale white mushrooms radiating a soft green glow.

The look he gave the bigger canine might have said "This is interesting, yes?"

Jove crouched down too, his little feet nearly disappearing under the hem of his long nightshirt. He hugged his knees and stared at the glowing fungi for a couple seconds. These were particularly healthy. Must have been good soil... Or something had died in the area.

He jumped as King sneezed, falling over onto his behind, and giving the bigger canine a thorough stare. Every time. Every single time, those sneezes would make him startle. Finally he shook his head. Not edible, just... glowing. Bright and peaceful, the natural frightlights of the forest.

He scrambled back to his feet and brushed the dead leaves and dirt off his nightshirt, and wandered a few feet farther before pulling at another small tuft of pale mushrooms. These ones had been mostly hidden by the forest detritus, but Jove had found them without difficulty and plucked them effortlessly. Then he offered them to King. Clearly he had taken the other student's question to mean it was time to eat mushrooms.