Baby it's cold Outside

[Garnet Massacre]

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OoC: 8O Coyote’s in your bed, stealin’ ur scentz. IC: Garnet breathed a sigh of relief as she walked into the mansion. She had been out and about an awful lot lately, and with all the snow and wind it was pretty damned cold outside. The black coyote fluffed up her fur and shook off the snowflakes that clung to her like tiny, needy pups. The thought of pups made her smile and she remembered Salem, Naniko’s child, whom she had found out in the cold. Red eyes scanned the halls as she tip-toed to Jazper’s room. She recalled that the walls had been painted blood-red, the same color as her eyes and the color of passion, though they had soon become high from those fumes and had crazy… Garnet turned suddenly, looking behind her. She frowned; Garnet could have sworn she heard something. Shrugging it off she entered the room, still fascinated by the knob on the door. It was a useful invention, keeping a room sealed off and other out when you didn’t want to see them. She scanned the room, disappointed that Jaz wasn’t there but his reassuring scent still clung to the room. The coyote found what she was looking for, the warmth of the furs on Jaz’s bed. Smiling, the female rushed across the room and dove into the warmth. She soon dozed off a bit with Jazper’s thick, male wolf scent in her nose and his name on her lips.

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