Bitterroot Valley may we stay lost on our way home

last from me I think <3

He sighed softly, content with the embrace— briefly it occurred to him that he might like to keep this one. But ah, he was a self-described drifter; perhaps they could meet again nonetheless. A gentle shiver ran down his spine as Outlander groomed the fur behind his ear. He smiled at the reassurance, closing his eyes then.
Not at all, Alarian murmured sleepily, tucking himself closer. He was perfectly happy to stay as long as the other wanted— perhaps even for the night. Another thought struck him, then, and he added with a yawn: You can steal my company any time you'd like.