Wilting Desert Flower in the Snow

As Wylan watched, Glacier took the invitation to cuddle up beside her. The round creature spread out, taking up all the leftover available space. He was starting to wonder if his companion hadn’t led him here for a reason, sensing something he’d missed. He padded in, and sat down near Ignita’s head, looking down at her as she yawned. “Your always welcome in the tree house” He agreed gently.

“Let’s have a look” Wylan suggested, and leaned over to begin examining her. He checked to ensure she didn’t have a fever, was hydrated, and that there were no signs of bites or anything else that could explain the lethargy. Once he was done, he sat back, shaking his head, and considering her for a moment. “You grew up in a desert, right?” He asked somewhat thoughtfully. He was still slowly teasing out an idea, speaking as he considered it. “This is your first winter in the mountains… are you finding it too cold?” It was true that her coat just wasn’t as thick as most of the rest of them.

WC: 188
Total: 906


"Wylan Fatalis"