It was a chilly night, to say the least.
Corsair drew his cloak around him tighter, trying to shut out the snowy bombardment, but shivered with every step. The warmth of the church kept calling him back, its temptation growing as he got further away, but he couldn’t abandon Quickpaw. He needed to comfort him after the terrifying experience they had both had. He needed to be there for him.
He’d be there for me.
The snow crunched beneath every step, leaving a trail of small pawprints leading to the church door. His black pads felt cold, numb, and he wondered if the snow was starting to get through his hind-paw socks.
Hopefully Axel’s feeling okay back in the attic.
There had been a moment of fear from the apothecary. He confronted it well, but Corsair sympathised with him. Being singled
