Snowforest Taiga risky play

Odd to hear Ghost laugh; it rings a nice tone. He dare say it might’ve been cute the way he does it and wears a grin—different than how sulky he’s found Ghost in their first encounters. Maybe he can be smug about being a difference in that.
Regardless, he can’t stay mad. Ghost is never unwelcome. Firestorm enjoys the company the silver coywolf provides.
Nowhere, everywhere, doesn’t matter much, he answers in a mouthful—rambling in a way near uncharacteristic of him. He blames the flowery mood, and the way his lips want to twitch up.