Sink or Swim?

Silvano Sadira · 03-06-2011, 08:20 PM

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he'll be fine! he's budding into his manriness

Silvano shivered; the water on his pelt was starting to freeze up and stiffen his fur together. But that was the least of his concerns right now. He shook, trying to warm up as it grew colder. And he knew that he was just wasting time. Tony did not amble off as the older boy ordered and tried to enforce. He growled lightly as the boy lopped back at him in that stubborn way. That had to be his mother in him, or so he had overheard. Maybe. He was not thinking very straight at that moment. Most of his thoughts were dominated by the terrifying cold that was creeping through his bones. It was time to head home, especially since the covered up pup was so demanding they do it together.

"I'm going, I'm going," he answered, nudging the pup again toward home. He began to, still ever shivering, head toward home, paws making light dents in the snow behind him. "We need the fire," he said simply, knowing either his mother or Cambria would be home to take care of her brother and cousin. But the absolutely most welcoming thing to the Sadira boy was the fire and probably hot towels. Yes.. that sounded marvelous. "Go, go, Tony. They'll have..," he paused as his teeth chattered too hard to talk past, ".. warm towels.. maybe even fresh caught snowshoe hare..." It was all about finding something to encourage Tony. But also to encourage himself to head home faster.

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