Wilting Desert Flower in the Snow

Wylan watched while she drank her tea and let it warm her before she came out of the bed as he had requested. The pale wolf stopped before him and Wylan gave her a warm grin. Pausing to wrap a wing lightly around the pale girl. “We’ll have you sorted” he promised her lightly, voice filled with enthusiasm. He then grabbed the lovely coat (He loved it, but giving was kind of his thing, and the more he loved something, the more its worth. right?) and tossed it over her shoulders. Once it was settled he began to make measurements, punching holes into the coat to mark where he would need to cut off.

“This should cover the most of you, would you want a foldable hood, too? I could line it with some of the excess fur to make it extra comfy…” he suggested, sticking his tongue out in thought as he sat on his hunches and used his forepaws to tug the fur around her shoulders. “I hear you and Basilisk are working on broaches, if you think we could snag one, we could use it to make the coat easy to put on and pin here?” he suggested, pressing a paw lightly under her chin, and then grinning up at her.

"Wylan Fatalis"