( Nao isn't a bear... He's a wolf.
I'll edit this with a reply in a bit... e.e )

Nao thumped his tail once against the hard-packing snow, barely wincing when he did so. He'd lost feeling in his tail a while ago, and had only done that to see if he could regain the feeling in it that way. When he didn't, the wolf sighed, pushing through the snow and making his way towards Lina. The little red "puffball," as the dragon had described it, certainly was being a bit of a nuisance. Instead of simply giving up and asking to be killed, he could have hopped up onto what three feet he could still use and followed them. That's what Nao would've done, anyway.

He could feel the cold glares that Lina and the dragon were giving eachother, almost as if they had a reason to dislike eachother just by crossing paths. Although, it was a dragon they were dealing with, and it was hard to trust someone who acted the way he did and looked as intimidating as he did. Oh, well. If they were to survive, they'd all have to learn to trust eachother. And the little red thing would have to learn to pull his own weight and...not give up.

"Nao is my name," he said, nodding slightly. "I'm not quite sure where we're going, only Lina knows." He gestured towards the leopardess with a jerk of his head. "Can I have your name?" he asked.

(sorry for the late post, had not pc access this whole week)

Drail narrowed his eyes at "Lina" as Nao had called her. Looking back at the wolf, he grunted rather than said, "Drail. That's my name." He took a few steps to keep his legs from freezing in the two and a half foot high snow, looking out to the storm. He glanced over his shoulder again, saying, "If we don't go now, we won't find any shelter at all and I don't enjoy the thought of freezing to death out here with a smelly leopardess." 

Plowing through the snow, which itself was starting to freeze, Drail searched desperately for something, anything that could give them shelter. If the others did or didn't follow him, it was none of his buisness but curse his ancestors and offspring if he was going to die out here waiting for them. Then, like a miracle, the wind died down momentarily, revealing the outline of some kind of structure just a few hundred meters ahead before turning back into a full-blown roar it had been up until now.

A smile lit upon his muzzle and he started to move towards his salvation. But he stopped, hesitating. lookingover his shoulder, he debated on whether or not he should tell them he found something. Though he was a dragon, he did have his morals and principles. Groaning, he turned around and yelled, his voice almost stolen by the wind, "Hey! I've found something! It looks like some old ruins!"