Shadow Mountain here's what I meant to say was how I'd prefer you, cruel, cold and grey

Unfortunately for Daighre, the wraith is intent on sticking close to the source of warmth. When he feels the contact break, he immediately rolls closer, on his back now. The warmth has returned, and he settles once again, head turning to one side to bury his face in golden fur. The scent is all wrong, stirring him slightly, but he's not fully awake yet.