He notices her shiver, and shrugs his jacket off with little thought as he places it over her.
James Logan Howlett.
napping on the ground, curled up. she’s a bit cold.
LITTLE CLAW .ᐟ
The fire snapped and popped as he poked at it with a stick, stoking it's flames brighter and hotter, fending off the frost that threatened to creep into his camp.
