Emberwood If text kisses were real kisses, the world would be an orgy

If one were to think that K would become acclimated to the cold weather and would eventually graduate from the bore of whining about it, they'd be a fool. While he had become more adept at shivering or otherwise working his muscles to counteract the chill, the way the snow stuck to him as he walked was irritating enough. Gods, how he wished for nothing more than to curl into a group cuddle session and melt away the freezing air.

He strode along the edges of Emberwood with a stubbornly-cheerful bounce in his step, hoping that perhaps he could combat the cold out of sheer, joyful spite. K knew that until he became more accustomed to his potential role acting on expeditions, his presence along the borders were a great deterrent for the opportunistic malicious force. Though not a total tank of brute force, Kukulkan's build alone could be imposing enough.

Ha! Kukulkan, imposing. What a thought.

Around the bend, he weaved through a small cluster of trees, bracing himself against each trunk as he passed them before turning the corner to find a white beast approaching from the opposite direction. The distinct Uaine Gorsedd scent was obvious, marking him a friend, though Kukulkan swore there was some faint hint of something else, something familiar.

Regardless, his maw split wide with a crooked grin and barked out a boisterous "Heyo there, run into any fuckers 'round these parts?" He wasn't one to directly seek violence, though K was quite eager for the chance to prove himself.

"I ain't sure we met b'fore," Striding up to close the distance, he'd offer a casual dip of the head along with a short chuckle, "Who might y'be?" A yard or two short, K would stop and tilt his head to the side, a quick click of his tongue against the inside of his cheek. Oh, how eager he was to meet new friends.

@Pygmalion