Silver Creek glass jar

finally gets to this thread bc i fuckin suck hehe

the snow would certainly not disappear overnight but... ah, whatever harrison wanted to believe.

grayson himself didn't mind it. the women were doing fine so he was doing fine. after all, no time in the day for a man to be weak...

he found his brother along the borders, patrolling as he should be. the man called out in a chuff to his pale counterpart, his tail waving. "harrison," he barked, tail waving, trotting over to join him on his patrol, "what's up, how are you?" how easily grayson slipped between casual and formal... it was surely annoying to the rest of his family, but it was familiar to grayson, and he often didn't even notice it.