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.
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[Where she comes from... Jill is quiet for a beat.]
I was born in a place that was like this nearly year round. [Snow, ice. The North was cruel and harsh, but she never thought so. Rosaria felt colder, in its way.] But I grew up in a warmer climate, where anniversaries of battles and heroes were celebrated as much as the seasons and length of the day/
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I have a hug or two to spare.
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[And there will be a woof on the back porch waiting.]
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Hello there.
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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.]
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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.]
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((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.))
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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.]
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((Wolf-born Garou do that sometimes. You don't have to worry about me doing so. The shedding though...))
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[Jill looks down at her hands. Already furry.]
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((One would think being able to shift forms, I wouldn't have to go through losing my coat. Yet I do.))
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[And Jordana did want a hug, so she gets one, arms going around a fluffy neck.]
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((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.))
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[Because Torgal can't talk. She's funny.]
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[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.))
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[She looks over to it, surprised, even if she knew a gift was coming.]
What is it?
[Again, missing the point, Jill.]
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((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.]
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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.]
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((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.))
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[She gets another hug around the neck, Jill uncaring about getting fur absolutely everywhere.]
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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.
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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.]
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[Jordana assumed any awkwardness was from her having just shifted.]
You said winter holidays depend on the region. What about where your from?
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I was born in a place that was like this nearly year round. [Snow, ice. The North was cruel and harsh, but she never thought so. Rosaria felt colder, in its way.] But I grew up in a warmer climate, where anniversaries of battles and heroes were celebrated as much as the seasons and length of the day/
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