Stone Circle It's cold outside!

Keeping vague about who he has spent the night with :p

The blizzard had come - just like his "bud" had told. Luckily the grey male had found him, otherwise Calloon would've been a popsicle. The ghost did not like that thought; freezing to death with no one by his side. In the dungeons, he at least had had the torturers to come every now and then to "have fun" with him. Bad thoughts, Calloon, bad thoughts. He shook off his bed vibes before finding out that he had to dig his way out of the den. This was no problem for the nimble yet quite athletic ghost. The cold of the snow tingled his nose and froze his toes, but he felt little of it.

As soon as he was outside, he took a deep breath. Everything was covered in a thick layer of snow - so high that it came to around his knees if he were to sink through it. Luckily, wolves were made for this kind of weather - having webbing between their toes so that they could even run without having to slow down much. And run he did - slow but with much energy as his breath created clouds of mist. He liked this weather - just not the cold that came with it.

Soon he found himself slowing to a stop at the sight of a young female - one even younger than him. He bet that she had not been part of the adult ranks for long, but he could not judge based on just her appearance (however enchanting it was to see another soul in the midst of the havoc the blizzard had left behind). He swaggered his way submissively through the snow - greeting her with a soft and gently "woof" before stumbling and falling neck-first in the deep snow - sending his hind in the air and his tail reaching for the sky. Good first impression, very good.