Talk:The Stream/@comment-25178347-20130724024500/@comment-24495864-20130724032149

Darksun tensed as he felt a change in the air, a cold breeze flowing through his fur. He shivered. Coldpelt's white fur didn't seem to fluff up like his. He stood up, swallowing the bite of fish he'd taken. He buried the fish quickly, mewing, "Er, Coldpelt... Are you not affected by the breeze?" He backed up a step.