<font color=#a1987a><font color=black></font>how am I still alive?</font>

He's just getting into position, shuffling himself around so that perhaps there will be enough room for her to lay down in the den and not be to close to him, he rather likes his space, it's a damn shame the small bit inside him isn't as rough as the outter mask and costume he wears every day. Other wise he'd of just let her freeze her white ass off in the snow. This makes him chuckle as he thinks about it, folding his paws comfortably he looks up towards the hole where the snow wants to come in. Nothing. No one. Perplexed is the best word we can use, cause he's not a very caring individual. He pulls himself up off his belly and walks to the entrance the soft faint song wafting into his ears. He shakes his head and glares out into the whiteness.

"What the hell are you doing out there?" he yells and then comes out and looks around for the white female. She had all but disappeared in the white of the blizzard but the sound of her song still carried about in the blustery wind as it whipped snow into his face. Pal hates snow. He hates all things really but snow most of all. It's wet, and fluffy, and probably makes most people want to hum stupid songs, perhaps she hadn't heard him, wouldn't be the first time after all. "Get into the den you fool! I have no desire to touch you in any specific way you can think up, so get in there or FREEZE YOUR OWN ASS OFF OUT HERE!"

He backs into the den, staying where he can see her, faint as she is the tan helps to distinguish her from the pale white of the blizzard outside. Why does he get himself into these types of situations, for god sakes he couldn't just be a jerk and leave her out there. If she didn't come this time he was gonna man handle her in there, drag her by the scruff of that neck of hers and toss her in here. Shit, if he had human legs and feet he'd kick her ass in here. He didn't want to freeze his own balls off.

"talks like this"

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