Weather brings us together

Grey’s explanation made sense. It seemed the red had come as he grew older, just like how parts of Specter’s coat had darkened with age. He was once a little white ball of fluff, newly born and squeaking at his mother’s side. But that was long ago. Now he was older, and he had long since been without his parents or siblings. He understood the feeling of loss, however. None of his family was alive, so he sympathized with Grey. It seemed a sore subject for the other wolf and Spec would not poke at it. Instead, he would focus more on getting them both in that cave so that they could start to warm up.

Though they would gain a little warmth from the sprint, when they cooled down from that they would start to feel the chill from their wet coats. Specter came closer to Grey, seeming to not be bothered about personal space as he spoke. “I’m going to groom your coat and see if I can get rid of some excess moisture. With the rain still in our coats we’ll be likely to get a cold if we don’t. Hang tight.” A normal wolf might have waited for permission, but Specter’s tongue was already lolling out of his mouth, reaching for Grey’s neck.