Moonlit Prowl -> Lycanthropes

"The least we can do is hug to share heat," replied Kristine, holding her arms out, "Either that or we could try to run to a different shelter. Not like I have a place though."

"Please," said Kristine this time, "Jogging in place won't help. She continued to shiver, courderoy pants soaked, along with her jacket and splotches on her shirt under the jacket.

"Thank you!" Kristine told him happily, giggling slightly. She sat back down and wrapped herself in the jacket, hugging herself and still shivering. She closed her eyes tightly.

Kristine opened her eyes slowly and looked at him. "Are you alright?" she asked him, seeming a bit concerned for his flinching and awkwardness. She had half expected him to say something after she said thank you to him, but he hadn't. She frowned.

Kristine looked over at him and frowned a bit. She then smiled and stood up, walking over to him and plopping beside him, hugging him without touching him with anything but his own jacket. "Cheer up," she giggled softly, "You can't always look at the bad stuff."

"I'm only touching you with your jacket," said Kristine back, scooting over with him and giggling a bit more. She shivered still, sneezing once away from him and the jacket. She sighed softly and looked towards the sky, unable to stop shivering.

Kristine still looked away from him. She gave a shake of the head and spoke, "I only live on the street cause my mother and father left me." Maybe it was true that she was just a mutt... she was only half lycanthrope after all. She looked down and closed her eyes, taking in the scent of his jacket as she snuggled her head into her upper arm against it.

"Why?" asked Kristine in a bit of a drunken tone, for she was slightly intoxicated by the scent given off by his jacket. She blinked a few times and looked back at him. She was still holding onto him, not really sure why he had said that. And in such a firm way.

And there was that word again. A mutt. She gave a small nod and spoke, "Alright..." oddly not contradicting anything that he was saying. She let out a small sigh and closed her eyes, looking down.

Kristine closed her eyes as she held onto him still. She breathed softly and mumbled something under her breath into his jacket. She began to shiver lightly again, coughing a few times after moving away from the jacket.

"I'm cold..." mumbled Kristine as she buried her head again into his jacket. She closed her eyes and whispered, "You're really warm..." seeming to absentmindedly talking, mostly because of the scent of the jacket.

Kristine hugged herself again and looked down. "I'm sorry..." she told him, shivering still and taking a deep breath. She closed her eyes and leaned against the bench. hoping that the rain would cease soon.

Kristine shivered against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly and buried herself into him. She took a deep breath and bit her lip, "Th-Thank you," her hair quite cold, which was probably what was making her cold. That, or her soaked jeans.

Kristine gave a nod and mumbled, "Even though you can be really mean, you're actually really sweet," snuggling her head against his neck comfortably. She closed her eyes, taking in more of his scent.

"Thank you," she told him with a small smile against him. She noticed that the rain was beginning to slowly let up. Hopefully it wouldn't continue into a thunderstorm, and she shivered against him a bit more.

Kristine looked at him as he grabbed her arm. "O-Okay," she gave a small nod of agreement, following him along back to his home quickly so the storm didn't start again while they were going back. Though it did look like it was going to begin again soon.

"I haven't taken a real bath in ages..." mumbled Kristine, mostly to herself, "I'd always bathe in the lake..." blinking a few times, "Um... I'm not really that hungry... but something little might be nice..." giving a small smile.