playing in the (early) snow

As soon as Mortis blocked up the entrance with snow and his massive frame, the tiny cave seemed to start getting warmer. Hikaru could relax after Mort finished shuffling around, for a long moment he’d been nervous the other boy wasn’t going to turn around and face him. The storm would rage on, he wasn’t sure for how long. Eventually the two of them would be free, but for now they were snowed in. Hikaru was able to stretch one leg out so his pale features were resting on one arm. His other paw was curled up into his chest and his tail was wrapped tightly around his hips. He was suddenly quite cozy in here with Mortis.

”I think you might be right.” He certainly wasn’t prepared for a storm like this, nor to be holed away during a storm with another lost boy. ”I will if you want to hear it.” Kaiyo was always terrible about keeping his thoughts to himself. Another reason he never became a shinobi. ”I was born in Nippon, to a couple who were a part of the Iga clan. I trained for most of my life to become a shinobi to honor my parents and our family.” Hika didn’t have to speak loudly. There was a calm quiet outside, and the two of them were practically squished together. All the better for warmth. ”I couldn’t complete my goal.” A guilty confession, his stormy eyes averted from Mort’s bright blue gaze. ”So I had to leave. Now I have to find my own path.”