a very merry twisted Valentine!

Editing in an ending!

As if it was the best thing ever — because it totally was — the two teenagers began to taste the tree, wiping their tongues across the rough surface. Kid's tail began to wave in delight as he eagerly pressed his nose against it as if it were a bone, gnawing on the bark with his tiny front teeth. Shame was not in his vocabulary at the moment and he would not be phased one bit if someone was to come across the two addled wolves licking the tree. Heck, he'd probably encourage them to join in!

Suddenly, something wet roughly pressed against his shoulder again and the boy turned in surprise, catching Warhead in the act. "I'm not..." he started, trying to stumble away from her but tripping on his own paws. The earth spun again and he fell to the ground in a twisted pile of limbs and unkempt fur, groaning as another wave of nausea washed over him. The worst of it faded quickly but a small sensation remained — one that made him feel like one mild kick to the gut would be enough to make him bring up an entire week's worth of food.

Laying with his stomach to the ground, hoping the snow underneath would numb it, Kid forced a grin towards his negasonic friend. "Not a tree." And, with that, the world spun again and the yearling covered his eyes with his paws, refusing to respond anymore as his stomach protested against any sort of movement. Within a matter of minutes, Kid began to softly snore, the darkness his paws provided and the slow rocking of the earth — was it meant to be doing that? — lulling him into a deep sleep.