Victor glances toward the woman when she speaks, lifting his eyebrows and then looking down again, watching the landscape passing below. At his side, a white wolf is trying to do the same, peering over the railing with her paws tucked up on either side of her face. He quirks a half smile when he speaks.

"I stand on this ship that sails land like the sea, holding tight to a railing to see what might be. Is the sky here as blue as the waters below? All I see are the clouds, and what might be snow. Oh love, were you with me, this sight would be warm. As it is, all alone, cold descends like a storm."

Makka adds in her own rumbling wuu at the end, and Victor reaches over, ruffling the fur on her head with a chuckle. "I'm sure there's a fair share, though I can't fault people for trying to capture something of this feeling."