Even in all of the time that he was gone, Rachias had kept what they had shared in the Concrete Jungle in mind. The little house had been practically empty and there was only so much that they were able to do to fill it back then, but it was 'their' special place, and her plan had always been to find him again so that they could share what they had before. Luckily for her, things had worked out much better than she had imagined, and even with their father gone, Rachias couldn't have been much happier than she had been in the last few weeks. She had found him, or in reality he had found her, but it was just like she had always told the rest of them, and now that he was back none of that really mattered any more.
Rachias didn't expect the sudden transition, from torturing her brother with cold feet to being swooped up by bat-coyote, which was really what he looked like when he came at her. A very sharp squeak left her as he swooped her up into the fabric, taking her down to the ground with him, and she fought back a fit of giggles as they went. There was an odd grin on her face, something between silly and strained as she fought back the laughter, only to subdue it long enough to speak. "But you're so much warmer!" That said, she pressed herself into him, pushing fabric from between them as she went, in an attempt to press cold appendages against him once more.
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