Hushed Willows something to confide in, something to erase

Snow!!!!!!!!!

A dusky figure bounded spastically through the gathering flakes, moving as if he thought he could dodge each one. His distaste for the stuff wasn't personal, really — he didn't have any real emotions attached to it, anyway. It was just the tactile feel of it between his paw pads, or even feather-light on his coat. Like spiders! Except rain was a bit like that, too, and it didn't make him pick his paws up to his chest with every step.

And because this was a senseless kind of squick, it had some senseless cures to go with it.

The sight of another wolf drew him like a a particularly skittery moth to flame. Dusty Rose did not even announce himself before squishing into the stranger's space, fully intending to hunker down with him in the snow.