Courfeyrac gave an exaggerated shrug. "I guess they get by on wearing different sorts of clothes. The cold's not botherin' me too much." He shrugged again, rather comfortable in his jacket, despite the fact that it wasn't necessarily made for snow. Since Luna shifted down to her wolf self, Courf followed suit. Bringing his paws high to navigate at a decent pace in the now deeper feeling snow, he kept his eyes downward. Lifting his head once Luna halted, he tilted his head and gave the cool air a brief sniff, the strong scent of gun powder making him wrinkle his muzzle. Before he could get a word in, the three soldiers came into view and his muscles tensed. Stiffening up, he flicked his tail upwards, ears standing at attention on his head. He bared his teeth in a growl as one of the soldiers quickly aimed his weapon at Luna. "Watch it!" He barked, shoving the fae out of the way with his forepaws as the human fired, the bullet safely whizzing by. "It's not worth it to fight them. We've got a schedule to keep up. C'mon!" He yipped at Luna, taking a few bounding strides away, but pausing to wait for her.