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The crow tengu stood in a quiet, simmering temper in the rampant snow. Her wings, cluttered in white, could be likened to an angel's. Dusting off the specks of white on her person, the angel muttered: “I despise this season.”
Hatate Himekaidou buried herself deeper into her muffler, silently cursing winter once more. She longed for a very particular kind of warmth. She did not long for the warmth of friendship, nor did she long for the warmth of a lover. Hatate longed for the sincere, pure, devoted warmth that only a blazing fire could provide. However, since she had neither friend nor fire present, the warmth of a lover would have to do.
A male appeared in a flash of white, shaking off the loose packets of snow from his coat. His complexion held varying hues of red that indicated both the sharpness of wind and his level of anxiety. Upon making eye contact with the tengu, the man breathed a sigh of relief. He had arrived.
Hatate's irritation at the weather quickly subsided at the arrival of the human. If there were anything good about the winter, mused the crow, it would be the fact that lovers tend to cuddle during a cold spell. True to Hatate's observations, the man shivered and nestled up close to her for some warmth. The crow simpered, pressing against him happily. She, seizing the opportunity, wrapped her arm around his and enjoyed the simple pleasure that was the contact between their hands.
“Hatate,” the man breathed, blowing out her name in a puff of air. “Did you wait long?”
“Longer than I would have preferred,” said the crow. She settled into the man's chest, seeking some heat before her travel. “The cold and I never seem to make peace. I always wonder how Momiji survives the night patrol when I myself succumb to the frost in nigh an hour.”
“Inubashiri is a tough one,” the man replied, his mind briefly wandering to the wolf tengu. “The difference lies in your poor constitution.”
“Just what are you insinuating?” frowned Hatate, her irritation creeping up her cheeks. She pouted, breaking off and walking ahead of the man. “Are you implying I am
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