“Nah. It’s plenty warm enough for me. I’m always warm above the ankles and cold below.”
“I’ll build a fire.” We descended the last couple stairs, Baily and I, when all I wanted to do was sleep. I’d only gotten twenty-one hours that particular day and was totally exhausted.
“That would be nice.”
“Does the train work?”
I was watching Del. He was watching Baily as he bent, crouched and squatted to stack wood and then stoke the fire as it took, making light dance upon flesh and muscles that had flexed and stretched to do it all.
“What train?”
Baily turned to face us.
“Oh. This train. There’s a kink somewhere.” Del scooched back to sit beside me on the rug I sometimes used to sharpen my claws. “It’ll only go so far before jumping the track.”
“Hmm.” Baily joined us there. “You think we’d
