Bjørn hums a tuneless song as his frozen fingers lovingly caress the seal brown and cream fur. The cold has stiffened his joints and made Bjørn feel every one of 126 years and as he looks at the cat's ocean-hued eyes, the hunter cannot shake the feeling that he is missing... something. Bjørn realizes he has stopped shivering, a fact that should alarm the freezing man but his mind is too muddled to care. Instead of worrying about his health, Bjørn latches onto the mystery of cat, of how, when he talks to her, he swears she understands him. As the hunter stares into those blue depths, he feels like they are gazing right into his soul. She chatters at him in response to his questions and a smile pulls the corners of his mouth up. The cat hears the strangers first, another red flag that should alarm the usually alert hunter but again, goes unnoticed. He calls out the women, watching as the pair move in most perfect unison to draw their hidden swords.

Even in the fading light of day, the hunter clearing sees the silver of their swords and Bjørn suddenly understands who they are. They must have quickly decided that the cold hunter and the cat are not a threat because they slide their katanas back into their hidden sheathes after a moment. One of the ladies answers, mentioning how she thought he wasn't human. A chuckle rumbles out and Bjørn gives his head a small shake before saying, "No. Not human at all. Not anymore. Although it does seem that we have a lot in common..." His voice trails off as he throws the raven-haired women a wink and listens to her stumble on about the cat. Her twin pipes up to say they will keep watch and Pretty Lady speaks up too, chattering in her sweet feline tones at the ladies and a smile tugs at his lips.

Still, there is something that needs to be discussed with the huntress and after she asks what they are doing out here, Bjørn gives her a shrug of his shoulders before saying, "Probably the same as you two." Hazel eyes glance from the female hunter to the retreating back of her twin and continues, "There were reports of a wild were-dog killing humans. But, it won't be bothering anyone again." A sudden sadness tugs at the hunter's heart and looks down at the cat in his lap, worried that she might think less of him. It strikes him that that is an unusual thought to have about an animal. Sure, they are intelligent, kind, and very loving but they cannot understand him... right? Bjørn watches the way, the feline looks at the woman, trying to comprehend the strange, intangible feeling that settles over him.

He sits there, brows furrowing in concentration as he watches Pretty Lady and tries to understand exactly what the emotion is that tugs at the back of his mind. The feline looks at him, her bright, intelligent eyes bring the feeling into sharper focus. Then, she trills at him and Pretty Lady abandons his lap, taking the elusive emotion with her. Bjørn huffs out a slightly frustrated sigh as his hazel eyes turn back to the huntress, his features relaxing as he watches the cat rub up against the huntress's leg. With that, Bjørn decides the lady has passed a silent test. Animals are good at reading who are good people and who are bad. Since the hunter is too tired to form his own opinion, he will rely on Pretty Lady's trust. As the cat gives the huntress another meow, Bjørn stretches his stiff muscles where he sits.

Pretty Lady bounds back to him, powdered snow clinging to her fur, and Bjørn gives her a chuckle. As she returns to his lap, the hunter meets her eyes and feels the familiar, unidentifiable feeling tugging at his mind. The cat trills and Bjørn gives her a slow, firm nod. Gathering the cat in his arms, the hunter moves to stand, stiff joints making loud pops as he straightens up. For a moment it is painful, a wince crossing his face as his body tries to remember what it is like standing up. The blood starts to flow, his joints pop and Bjørn lets out a relieved sigh as his back straightens out.

Offering his shoulders to Pretty Lady, Bjørn waits for the cat settle before he addresses the huntresses. Deep voice rumbles out, "Well, since the job is done and I am freezing, I propose we take this talk to someplace... warmer. I have coffee and pastries at my place if you ladies would like to join us." A subtle smile tugs up the corners of his mouth as reaches up to stretch under the feline's chin, clearly indicating that she was coming with him. Dipping his head in greeting, the hunter says, "My name is Bjørn but you can call me Bo. Care to join us Miss...?" His voice trails off, leaving an opening for the huntress to drop her name.

Once names are exchanged, he will point toward the bridge and say, "My car isn't too far away. Need a lift?" Bjørn will do whatever it takes to convince the huntresses to join him for coffee... and, hopefully, the hunters can exchange news as well.