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JILL WARRICK, 30

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[noburden]

You know you needn't have gone through the trouble, Jordana...

[Mild panic because she has no gift to give in return.]

[wyldfire]

It wasn't any trouble. You're my friend, and it's Christmas time. So, too bad; you're stuck with it.

[noburden]

Stuck is going to be too strong of a word, I'm sure. Can I bring you anything as I'm headed your way, then?

[wyldfire]

Is it too cheesy to say a hug? It's been a bad month... beyond it being a bad month. A bone to chew on would be nice, but I'm pretty sure we're all out of those. So, just the hug.

[noburden]

[Any bones she has are in use, unfortunately.]

I have a hug or two to spare.

[wyldfire]

I will happily take them. I'll see you when you get here.

[And there will be a woof on the back porch waiting.]

[noburden]

[Jill makes her way over, hooded, bundled up in her cloak. Jordana is hard to miss, and Jill doubts she'd likewise mistake Jill for anyone else.]

Hello there.

[wyldfire]

[Scent alone was more than enough. The wolf lifted her head and let her tongue loll out of her mouth, ears forward, and thumped her tail.

Shifting to make room for Jill to sit, Jordana intended on laying across her lap to give warmth once Jill settled. On the rail was a small leather pouch.]

[noburden]

[Jill doesn't immediately notice the pouch, preoccupied with how cute that thumpy tail is. Sitting, she reflexively reaching out to pet between pointed ears.]

You're not cold at all with that coat, are you?

[... Founder, it's so hard not to use the tone she uses with Torgal with both Jordana and Khori. She'll work on that.]

[wyldfire]

[Welcome to Jill's new wolf fur blanket. Jordana lifted her muzzle, tongue licking Jill's cheek in an affectionate greeting.]

((I wouldn't exactly say I'm warm, but my undercoat is thick and the guard hairs keep water from penetrating to my skin.

Definitely warmer than having layers of clothes on.))

[noburden]

[She breathes out a laugh, scratching under the wolf's neck. Old habit.]

I'm all too familiar. That undercoat would become my worst enemy after Torgal rolled on a carcass.

[Wolves will be wolves, but living at the Hideaway, he couldn't stink of death.]

[wyldfire]

[All pets and scritches were good ones. Any Garou that claimed otherwise was lying.]

((Wolf-born Garou do that sometimes. You don't have to worry about me doing so. The shedding though...))

[noburden]

Used to that, too.

[Jill looks down at her hands. Already furry.]

[wyldfire]

[The wolf chuffed in amusement, pressing her head against Jill's chest.]

((One would think being able to shift forms, I wouldn't have to go through losing my coat. Yet I do.))

[noburden]

Perhaps you should invest in a good brush.

[And Jordana did want a hug, so she gets one, arms going around a fluffy neck.]

[wyldfire]

[Her tail thumped. Best hug ever.]

((I've yet to find a brush that doesn't break in my coat. A horse curry comb isn't as effective as you'd think.))

[noburden]

Something to look into, then. You do make me wonder if Torgal is unhappy with my brushing, but he's not said anything...

[Because Torgal can't talk. She's funny.]

[wyldfire]

((Any brushing is better than none. Garou coats are a bit thicker than normal wolves unless they are wolfborn.))

[Which Jordana was certainly not. She still regenerated in this form whereas wolfborn do not. That probably accounted for it.]

((When you want it, the pouch up there is for you.))

[noburden]

Oh?

[She looks over to it, surprised, even if she knew a gift was coming.]

What is it?

[Again, missing the point, Jill.]

[wyldfire]

[Jordana lightly nipped Jill's arm, the woman's winter wear making it nothing more than a playful pinch.]

((Open it, cariña.))

[Moving so Jill could grab the pouch, Jordana waited with a light sweeping of her tail over the snow of the porch.

Inside, Jill would find a handmade blue floral beaded bracelet.]

[noburden]

[She can't help but playfully grab at Jordana's snoot. Just wolf things. But she does reach for the pouch, and opens it with a little sound of surprise when she realizes what's inside.]

Oh, this is lovely, Jordana. You didn't make this, did you?

[Don't mind her immediately putting it on, tucking it under her sleeves.]

[wyldfire]

[Jordana's tail thumped, pleased that Jill liked the bracelet.]

((I did. Beading is one of my skills. I made all my necklaces and the design on the back of my vest.

I'm glad you like it. I remembered you liked blue.))

[noburden]

I do. It's a very thoughtful gift, Jordana. Thank you.

[She gets another hug around the neck, Jill uncaring about getting fur absolutely everywhere.]

cw: ref to animal death

[wyldfire]

[Someone's going to ask where the dog was later, looking for some food, upon seeing the fur clinging to Jill. Jordana would be sorry about Jill having to field those questions if she'd thought about it.

Being as there was no one in sight or immediate scent other than the two of them, Jordana shifted back into homid to wrap her arms about Jill in a full hug as she knelt by the other woman, wrapped in thick layers and a scarf about her head. She pressed a kiss to Jill's cold cheek.]

Merry Christmas.

Re: cw: ref to animal death

[noburden]

[Jill will happily blame the fur on Khoriya.

Ironically, it's a little more awkward to hug a person than a canine, but Jill leans into it, kiss and all.]

Merry... Christmas.

[That's the thing she said, right? Jill can only assume it's meant to be said in return.]