polar plunge

The winged boy had to smile, just a little, at seeing his new friend huddled in the entrance of his den. Seeing cold and uncomfortable wasn’t nice, but seeing himself settle in without hesitation was nice. Hanako didn’t stay with him too often, and he got lonely in his den.

He trotted over to Hikaru, settling himself in besides the wet boy, leaning against the thick fur coats he had draped over the other’s side. “Thanks. My Auntie Io taught me how to do it” he explained. He nestled himself against Kai’s side, and laid his head gently against his paws. After a few moments his eyes had slipped close, and a large yawn split his muzzle. “Me, too” he agreed sleepily. It had been a bit of an adventure, and now he was home, warm, and not alone. What more could he want from the world?