Hiiii Lofty. Hope you are well.
I just… I gotta send something about Dad Squad but idk what to send so I’m just sending it lol. Maybe the dads in Hebra? In the cold? How do they prepare for it?
Abel pulled his doublet around him more tightly, hugging himself. He glanced at Rusl, who had managed to acquire a heavy cloak and was wrapping himself in it as the wind blew.
And then there was Fierce.
One could assume that the monolithic man was impervious to the cold, but Abel knew that was likely false. Fierce had recognized he was sweating in the desert, not enjoying the heat in his armor, but he hadn't thought about needing to hydrate. Now he probably didn't even know his fingers and nose and ears could freeze off if he didn't do something. As Abel moved closer, he could see the strange being shivering slightly.
"Please tell me you have something heavier than that tunic," Abel noted, already knowing the answer.
Fierce shook his head, eyes glowing in the darkness cast by the setting sun and cloud coverage. Snow was starting to slowly come down in a light flurry, and it was only going to get colder.
"We need to make a fire," Rusl noted. "And then we'll have to figure something out. We can't continue with you underdressed."
Fierce glanced around, pointing towards a moose. "That will do."
"Fierce for heaven's sake we don't even have the tools to skin it--"
Abel groaned as the deity went after the unsuspecting animal and gave up even trying to stop him. If nothing else, they'd have dinner for a while.