
Ventus wrapped Dipper in the thick quilt, as he activated his breath powers. Sadly all it did was lessen the rain and warm the shack by a few degrees.
The boy shivered none the less, holding the blanket as close to his face as he could without it blocking his mouth and nose, still cold to the core.
Ventus’ wings emerged and fluttered rapidly, hoping to get blood flowing, and warming the yellow-blood’s body.
Dipper leaned into the other, trying to feel warm with little luck. He was so cold, and was getting frustrated, he...