fluffy whitehaired things

[soldieringblue]

WHO: Ammy and Blue!
WHERE: Out...doors somewhere?
WHEN: 10/12 afternoonish
WARNINGS: Nawww
FORMAT: No

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[sunrisewolf]

Sweeping outside the shop on a sunny afternoon was, according to Amaterasu, a pretty ideal day. Although the goddess was happiest when at work, she occasionally liked the laze that occurred when the world was more at peace. Winter had arrived in the City, and as such, a new sort of flower was more likely to be desired. Wondering about how to figure out which plants were necessary, she found her train of thought broken by an object fluttering by.

It was a scarf, she noticed. Someone must have lost it, no doubt, and recently. Shifting into the form of a wolf, she bolted across the street and caught the woven fabric in her mouth.

The task at hand, the wolf decided, was to find its owner. Sniffing the fabric, she ran off towards the direction of a park.

[soldieringblue]

Without the strain of keeping up with the ebb and flow of the streets, Blue felt he could breathe and properly appreciate this change of climate. He could understand why many detested it, definitely, but there was a kind of beauty and charm the cold and snow had compared to warmer days.

His thoughts were shaken by a fast-moving shape not far away. He turned his head to catch better glimpse of it in his seeing eye. A rather large animal, especially for this City. Wherever it came from and to wherever it wished to be, it certainly looked to be on a mission.

[sunrisewolf]

Snow did little to affect Ammy when she had a nice, warm pelt of fur to keep her warm. As she barreled across the park, small snowflakes burst into being like flowers behind her footsteps.

Still holding the scarf carefully in her mouth, she stopped as the scent trail came to a close where the man was sitting. Stepping forward slowly, the wolf set the scarf down in front of him.

[soldieringblue]

It was certainly a surprise to Blue, who blinked and straightened as the larger-than-expected animal approached. All the more surprising was what was brought; a faint sound escaped him as he leaned forward to confirm it--

That was his scarf alright.

Before the wind could sweep it away from his grasp again, Blue reached down and, dusting it free of snow, folded it in his lap. He tilted his head at the animal--a creature he had never seen before, sensing something much more than simple instinct.

"Thank you," he murmured softly, smiling. "You are most kind."