★ Random Event: No one likes the smell of wet dog

Well, wasn’t this a great fucking time. Rhazien assumed that the spring season would bring some warmth to the north, but that wasn’t the case. Late winter storms still brewed in the territories neighboring the Polar Sound, and the Saxe brute got himself caught in one during an expedition.

Even with his thick coat he was nearly soaked to the bone, a layer of frost coating the tips of his fur, which put him in a sour mood. The rain just kept coming, and he found momentary shelter beneath one of the towering pines. But it wasn’t enough to encompass his massive frame, so he kept getting wet. So fucking wet. A snarl erupted from his jaws, and he left the little outcropping, looking for a better shelter.

Traversing along the treeline, he was looking for a cavern of some sort. But what he found was so much better. Two females, equally drenched, shivering and searching for warmth. How did he get so lucky. Both were beautiful in their own way, boasting the supple curvature of their frames, as their slicked-down fur left nothing to the imagination. He caught the tail end of the earthen-colored girl's invitation, and Rhazien decided to offer one of his own. “My, isn’t this weather annoying.” Lips peeled back into a devilish, flashy smile as he approached the ladies, suave and urbane in his approach. “It's something two, beautiful ladies shouldn’t get caught in.” Only, the weather was probably the least of their worries now. “If you’re looking for shelter, I’d like to join you- I don't love being soaked to the bone either.” Forward but cryptic, Rhazien was offering his assistance. They just needed to come up with a plan, so he could spend the night with them.  

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