Silver Creek glass jar

harrison nodded his head at the first statement. if there was a chance that winter would stretch on any further than it was supposed to, he was sure that he'd pack up and move to the desert. he was sick of waking up to stiff limbs and ice forming on the whiskers beneath his nose. he wanted the sun and the warmth that came with such things. the idea that they had to endure any more of the frigid weather was almost unbearable to imagine.

when grayson mentioned that there were fewer men than women in their potential numbers, the snake turned his head sharply to his brother and canted it to the side. “do any of them have your heart, brother of mine?” the creamy charmer inquired with a curling smile on his dark lips. this was talk among men, of course; he was only curious.