Duskfire Glacier dagger

One, two… something cold and wet touched his hip, then his paw, then he finally lifted his head up to see. A yawn escaped before his sleepy eyes caught the glimpse of white; fur so light he could easily mistake for snow. Hers.

With raised eyebrows Nivis stared. “Reyna,” he said. At first the response glowed with a surprise, in a second its tone changed. “Go away, you are bothering me.” There was a role of the indifferent one he had to play and he did so very well, ignoring the variety of scents of territory he shouldn’t be in.