Karla and Warren's Tent in Glacia, Friday Night Fandom Time, Going on Winter

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It wasn't quite the thick of a Glacian winter just yet, but there was just enough chill in the air that getting to climb into a warm bedroll with someone to cuddle up to was one hell of a luxury, these days. There was snow on the ground out there, it was windy enough tonight that the walls of the tent rippled, and Warren actually found himself wondering from time to time if tonight was going to be the night that their shelter would simply fall down around them.

Sure, it hadn't happened yet, but Warren had a healthy sense of pessimism and not a hell of a lot of experience with sleeping in a tent in a snowstorm.

Still, he'd been assured by several people that their shelters would stand strong through the night, so he only looked a little antsy as he wrapped an arm and a wing around Karla and wriggled a little more thoroughly under the covers.

"You know, wind like that actually bothers me less when I'm outside trying to fly in it?"

[OOC: For the lady!]