The white sheep of the family
As Remi’s paws reached out to grip Loren’s finger, he couldn’t help but smile at the raccoon. Then, however, Astra decided the two men had paid enough attention to each other and that she was overdue some scritches of her own. She butted her antlers gently against Loren’s chest, and he laughed, then extricated his finger and rubbed behind her ears. She gave him a happy bleat in response.
”Alright, now if you are both quite satisfied with your scratches, could we please get moving? This ground might be comfortable to you, but I am quite, quite wet and cold.” It was true: the snow and soaked through his pants and he shivered at the sensation of damp cloth against his skin. He knew he wasn’t in any danger of actually succumbing to it, since he could heal himself if worst came to worst, but that didn’t mean he was comfortable.
”Alright, now if you are both quite satisfied with your scratches, could we please get moving? This ground might be comfortable to you, but I am quite, quite wet and cold.” It was true: the snow and soaked through his pants and he shivered at the sensation of damp cloth against his skin. He knew he wasn’t in any danger of actually succumbing to it, since he could heal himself if worst came to worst, but that didn’t mean he was comfortable.
Will blood tell
