Moonspear ^_____^

They felt much smaller now as they stood at Alaric’s shoulder, prepared to go wherever he led them. They began walking in tandem, the bard’s voice setting a sedate rhythm as they headed to their unknown destination. Treepie’s ears pricked, taking in every word and developing the beginnings of a mental checklist.

I know how to keep warm in the cold, they told him with a sleepy smile, not bothering to tuck the yawn that followed. By snuggling.

They wouldn’t mind doing a bit of that in the very near future, even though it was rather warm outside now. Treepie tended to run cool and always felt most comfy bundled up close to another warm body when they slept.