Moonspear But baby it's cold outside

His trek up the mountain was gut wrenching at best. He was not used to uphill climbs —hills he could deal with, but sheer rock faces? Never. The chilling winds did not help him much, pushing him to find Alastor's den quickly. The moment he found it, he moved inside. Zoratto had no qualms to immediately curling up against Alastor's body, laying his neck over his side and nuzzling his nose into his shoulder blades. Cold, He grumbled, hoping Alastor would not push him away.