
Reluctantly, Ventus wrapped his arms around his morail, careful not to touch skin.
Dipper leaned into the other, trying to feel warm with little luck. He was so cold, and was getting frustrated, he wanted to start crying.
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...