Owain has gotten tired of this daunting weather after the first hour or so of it occurring, so dealing with it for over a week has been incredibly rough on him. He has no idea how much longer this would last, and he can only hope it ends soon before it ends him (though he'd rather not think about that). Still, he was lucky enough to encounter and save some familiar faces he knew and find that another of his comrades had been brought to this city -- that makes it quite a few, Lucina; Nah; Inigo; Cynthia; Gerome; Morgan; and now Noire. Who knows what other surprises this strange place would hit him with next?
But he barely has the time to think about that; he has to survive, after all, and sitting around thinking about his friends like that won't get him anywhere. So as he treks around the vicinity of sector 1, hoping to find anywhere to rest for the time being, something catches Owain's eye.
"Brady...?" He mutters this under his breath, unsure if that's really the priest he knew and made fun of. But upon noticing the other's rugged posture, his incredibly intimidating appearance, and the stave he carried around with him, the myrmidon decided, yeah, that's him; better add him to the list, then. However, as he tried to call out to the healer, he notices a strange, feline creature nearing behind the other. It crouches, slowly a few meters behind him, almost coming in for the-- "Whoa, I shall save you!" Owain yells out, rushing over and tackling Brady into the ground for them to be enveloped in the snow and to confuse the creature. Hopefully this causes the feline to somehow feel the need to just leave. "Try to focus, Brady!" He quietly whispers to him before jokingly adding, "This is the third time I saved a dear friend's life, perchance I'm really cut out for this hero stuff, I daresay!"
