It was an odd kind of sensation, parts of his body suddenly cold while the rest of him was warm. Not if you keep this up! We'll both be cold then!
He wrapped his arms and the blanket around them both and held her close. For a while, it almost seemed true; the longer he held on, the colder his chest and stomach became -- he was holding on to an ice ball, but eventually, the heat from his body transferred over and chill went away. They would both be warm in a few moments more.
We should just move where it's warmer in the winter,
he said, though he didn't know if he was serious or not. Arkham never did tell his sister about the conversation he had had with their half-brother. It had been enough that she knew that he wouldn't return to Inferni, but sometimes it seemed like where they were was still too close. If Inferni wasn't home anymore, and Laruku was dead, then there was nothing else to tie them to this place. It would be warmer elsewhere, there would be no one to miss, and there wouldn't be ghosts to run into in the forest when there was fog. There was every reason to go, really, but the coyote had never been good at going anywhere. Even though he didn't know it, it was probably something he'd inherited from his father.