Hushed Willows This is how you remind me of what I really am

I like the cold, Wayfarer chirped, her counter lightened by laughter. There was discomfort to be expected in Wintertime, she'd experienced, though she allowed herself a moment to recall with fondness how she and her brother would curl up with one another on those bitter nights as cubs. Things were better with a warm body to lean on, but she'd survived the previous snowy season without one. This one would not be so lonely with the Hearthwood wolves, though she rather wished she had a companion to press herself to.

Someone like Reverie.

The fire-pelted rogue bit back the thought before it could develop, and distracted herself by reaching to mouth playfully at her golden pack-mate's ears. Her own lifted at the suggestion of a hunt, and her commitment was clear in smile that graced her maw. Sure, she agreed, got a target in mind?