1/16/2025, 5:03 AM
"You do," a whisper, a fleeting gesture ─ a promise of something he didn't yet understand. ❝ ...I do? ❞ he echoed. Reaching out to brush her nose with his.
"Let's go someplace warmer, okay?" he only nodded, a yawn escaping his maw before he was swept up and out of the cold snow pile. The wind was still cold against him, he was damp from where he had been laying and the chill was harder to fight off with his poor state.
The pup would curl his legs into himself, rear legs tucking and front ones folding against his chest, dozing off lulled by the gentle bouncing of Cirilla's steps.
-exit-
❝ speech ❞
ooc; notes
ooc; notes