Open to one or two others!
They weren’t attached at the hip, not exactly – being Drestig’s second meant Askan was trusted with more pack business than the newcomer was. And that was fine. He was no one’s errand boy. But peeling his eyes open met the man with a very unwelcome surprise, and he would have given almost anything in that particular moment to be curled up under the fir tree with Askan.
Instead, he was blanketed from almost nose to tail in a truly absurd amount of snow.
Enough, in fact, that getting to his feet was a bit of a struggle, the powder falling away and swarming him like a thousand angry bees. Reyes sneezed once, twice, and shook his head violently, only to realize he was shivering. “Dios mio,” he muttered under his breath, tail pressed against his hind limbs as he whined, narrowed eyes searching the horizon for any sort of shelter. He probably wouldn’t see Askan until the end of the day, if today at all – ugh. “The fuck is it with this damn forest and snow?”
Maybe he should go home. Maybe he should just say fuck all and go back south, to the sand, to the sun… Would Askan come with him? Or was he more tied to Wild Rye Fields than anything else?