Frostnip [open starter]
With the first pale coats of the rabbits just starting to appear, and tufts of shed brown fur littering the ground near various burrows, it was clear that the chill was on its way. Webber wasn’t fond of the cold, not really. Rubbing their arms did little to help when hairy carapace absorbed all the friction-warmth, stopping it from reaching the more needful flesh. At least the hair did a little to trap some warmth against them - not much, but a little.
Shuddering, they fed a few twigs onto their fire, shuffling closer. Feet to the heat, he remembered that from home, a warning for cold-weather camping. (Inside their shared head, the spider chittered a little in agreement, her legs twitching towards the warmth weakly.) Their camp didn’t have walls, or a tent, only a straw bedroll, which was fine for sleeping in but didn’t do anything to cut the cold out the rest of the time, so there wasn’t much Webber could do but huddle by their fire while they counted their berries, facing away from the unwelcomingly cool grasslands and trees outside the camp.
