Sweet sweet-loving Owl

    There they are, two of her favorite people on the isle. Well, everyone on the isle is her favorite person, so it’s not that special.

"Oh, why hello there Mafuyu~"

Yukisada hears a knock on his door and opens it to find a tiny cold Yosaf violently shivering outside. 

"Ah, come in quickly." 

The owl pulled Yosaf into his warm house and closed the door behind. 

  Sticks a wrapping bow on everyone's head.

    In all honesty, it took Odea a few minutes before he processed the situation—someone else was there, someone who had heard his pathetic mewls just now. Had the scenario been any different, Odea would feel a sense of insecurity and embarrassment.

    But, but! He could see this stranger from where he was—hidden between sultry trees, having been foolish enough to meander from his home long enough to be disoriented by arctic air. Almost arctic, anyways.

        “—!!”

    There, the grasshopper had spotted something warm. A scarf, long and no doubt heated up from the body underneath it. Without a second thought, Odea jumped foward, and dug his face into the back of the owl’s neck, diving into soft, warm fabric of the scarf.

Yukisada let out a surprised hoot when he suddenly felt someone hug him from behind and bury itself into his neck and scarf especially. Getting a back attack in a place you are not too familiar with other then plant life tends to be a scary thought to most people.

And Yukisada was one of those people. He flailed a bit and tried to see who was behind him. He spun around a bit to see who was behind him, before turning his head 180 degrees to look at who was on his back, seeing a green bug there. 

"......... oh." 

Was this the guy who was wimpering about the cold just now......? It looked like it, unless this was another guy, who also looked just as cold. The owl did not know how to respond, but decided to just be nice to this cold bugger and let him hug the owl for a while. 

        “I-It’s f-f-f-f-freezing…”

    Odea was never a big fan of the winter, especially considering he was supposed to be hibernating at this time. Hibernation came early this year, however, therefore resulting in the grasshopper’s current suffering.

               It’s so cold.

"Hm........?"

Yukisada was in a wintery forest, not one of Iceberg Island, but somewhere else. He had been around to collect winter herbs for medicine, and he was done and about to fly home, if he didn't hear something....

"Is....... someone there.......?"