polar plunge

They had dried off in the night, and looking over at Hikaru, he realised he had frizzed as he dried. He grinned, and glanced back at his wings, which fluffed as he stretched them gently. They both represented dandelions, and Hikaru more so, with his base-white coat.

The winged Fatalis reached over and smoothed down the very top of Hikaru’s forehead. “You were tired, you must have done a lot of travelling, even before I found you.” to leave everything behind was no small feat. Now, what to do with their day? “So, your a part of Armada now. Every wolf is offered the choice of a piece of land here to call their own. If you want your own den, I can help you build it.” Is that what Hikaru would want? Was it selfish to hope he wouldn’t?