blankets [★] sun shy

[wormwood.]

i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck

with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest

Winter tended to be a season that Aurum wasn't exactly a huge fan of. Sure, his coat was nice and thick, and warm enough that he hardly needed to think about heat for himself, but he hated dealing with the snow everywhere, driving prey deep underground and making it so that most retreated indoors until it was finally over. Granted, he wasn't thinking as bitterly of it this year, since for the first year in a long time it didn't mean that he was going to be left even more utterly alone than he already was, which was what it had always meant when the cold months had come around back in the Pride. Plus, he was actually faintly excited for the time coming where everyone would be rushing inside, mainly because of the fact that he was renovating the mess hall, and people going inside meant that more of the other members would be able to appreciate his – and many others' – handiwork. Still, he didn't love winter, and he found himself growing worried about some of his more thin skinned clanmates, Crowley in particular. The demon was cold blooded, and Aurum often offered to keep him warm when he needed it within the house, but he couldn't always be there, and Crowkey didn't always want cuddles. So, when the lion came gliding into camp that day and saw Kiira sitting beside her little box of blankets, he felt a faint smile come across his face. Coming to a landing, the Captain made his way over to where the small girl was, hoping that she wasn't too frightened of him after everything that had happened with Astiar... even though she probably was. A faint sigh left him at the thought, and he hastily glossed over it, giving her a smile and rumbling as he sifted a bit through the box, "This is very sweet of you to do for everyone, Kiira... would you mind if I took a couple for Crowley? He has a tendency to get cold, even within my cabin." Part of him wanted to ask if Kiira was sure she didn't want the blankets for herself, but... the moment he saw the extremely thick winter coat that the other had grown, he was pretty sure he knew what the answer was. Hell, he was pretty sure her coat was even thicker in some places than his was, which was pretty damn impressive for such a small fox.

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