Granger
Well... If Loren insisted. Maybe it wouldn't hurt for a little bit. At least just through LongNight. Granger had made it through the past five years alone and relatively unscathed, but nobody paid much attention to a mouse hole unless they were desperate. And there were plenty of other unfortunate souls that made themselves easier prey than a mouse. "Well... If you insist. I s'pose I could make an exception with this weather." Granger hummed, a shiver wracking his small form to accentuate the point. Days like this he wondered why he ever ventured outside of his hovel without a tail to keep his balance and the fur to keep him warm. "But I ain't sticking around once this shit clears up."
He mumbles the last part under his breath as he kicks the snow once again. As if he can take out any sort of animosity towards LongNight on the snow that falls around them. With hunched shoulders, he's at least going to try.
