A Gin That Could Melt Dog Tags

Lynvarr noted the cooling of the air and as they travelled the golden light of the sun soon faded far too early for night. He could only assume that clouds were moving in. Lynvarr twisted and turned through the gnarled trees, coming to another which he swiftly marked with his claws. They were getting closer. He could see the mountains looming over them now and the ground starting to rise in elevation. He glanced at Shilah and shook his head. "I'm the opposite. I prefer the colder weather but then I was born with a thick coat. Summer and heat do not appeal to me." Soon they reached the western edge of the forest and the base of the mountains. "It's no problem. Don't get too snuggly though, I happen to be engaged." He chuckled, not really meaning anything serious but it never hurt to draw a line just in case. He'd seen the other man was more loose in his partners at the party.