Husker sighed as he held you close, his free hand behind his head. You both were snuggling within Huskers room in the hotel. Rough purring could be heard coming from the cat demon, his voice crackling and scratchy. His fur was soft and a bit matted, fluffed up around your face. He smelt like a mix of cheap booze, and cinnamon, oddly enough. His wings are spread beneath him, acting as a half-assed blanket to the both of you.