polar plunge

The day came slowly, considering how Mortis found himself lying wide awake in the entrance of his shabby den. The embers of the fire he had stoked a few times in the night were a spot of light against the very early dawn. He found that he could not sleep, through the warmth of his companion was a comfort at his side.

His den was a fine place to hole up for a night, but in the company of his new friend, he found it just didn’t hold up. The Armada was littered with wonderful dens. From the well-crafted home by the ocean his father had made their mother, to the cottage made with stones dragged by his father and Auntie both.

What would it take to build himself something as wonderful? He had never wanted it before, and he did not know how long Hikaru intended to bed down with him before. So why the sudden interest? He foundself imaging it, with a little door, and a deck, with a fire pit and lanterns for light and warmth. Filled with furs of all the great beasts he had hunted. He would need to take down a polar bear. Like his father had. Their coats were the best. He waited for Hikaru to awaken, and he simply imagined.