Silver Creek glass jar

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it wasn't until harrison had swiveled his ear to catch the sound of his brother's chuff that he caught the presence of the other man. when he swung his muzzle around to face grayson, he realized that his sibling looked like a gleaming turd against the frosty white backdrop. were it not for the need to keep up appearances, he thought he would have shared such discoveries. instead, the charmer offered his traditional half-smirk and wavered his tail between his hocks as an invitation for the other odolf to join him.

“cold, grayson... how does it look?” he returned with a brisk shiver and a sigh that released a breath of hot air into the sky above him. his pale gaze followed the sight of it until it had disappeared against a backdrop of snowy grey. “i keep hiding out in the trees to get some warmth. was getting afraid i'd turn into a block of ice.” of course, there was that teasing tone that layered his words. harrison cast a sidelong glance toward his sibling and sneered softly.