RE:Wild Rye Fields, the temperature in your pack den drops below freezing!
It was unfair. Askan had spent a great deal of time gathering nice warm things to line the floor of their den, and despite all of his efforts it was still freezing! It had no right to be this cold inside. Tsk, and Reyes had expected him to remain sound asleep when it was like this. It would have been impossible, the Selwyn would have sooner frozen to death. Not that he seemed to care, Askan doubted that he'd even spared him a thought. How did the saying go, out of sight out of mind, right?
Yawning once again, Askan stopped his spinning and and pawed at the deer pelt, shuffling it around so it crunched up. He might have butted Reyes out of the way in the process, but he didn't care, comfort was important and he'd have to wait his damn turn to lay down. For now, Askan wanted to grumble and take out his frustrations on their little nest. Which he did, thoroughly, and with a lot more spinning. Shivering, Askan flopped to the floor and let out a huff, which of course clouded from his lips as though he were a fire breathing dragon.
Now he wasn't mad at Reyes, per se, he was just tired and cold and cranky...And maybe it didn't help that he'd been a little lonely. Waking up all alone really wasn't his idea of fun and pared with everything else it had dragged up some memories that he'd rather leave buried. When Reyes eventually settle down behind him, Askan let out a tired sigh and wiggled back against his touch. He assumed that he'd fall asleep right away once Reyes was back where he belonged, but apparently not. Apparently he wasn't so lucky. Great, just what he needed. How could this night get any worse?
"Don't do that again." Askan grumbled, trying and failing not to sound like a clingy little pup that hadn't gotten his own way. But as petulant as it seemed it wasn't exactly his fault. He had his reasons, after all. "It's too cold for that kind of shit." And as if to prove his point, another shiver tingled down his spine.