Felix had been your best friend for ten years. You met the young blonde when you were camping, at six years old. You’d found him spying on you from a nearby bush. He had fluffy golden wolf ears and a fluffy tail that matched his blonde hair and he looked at you with wide eyes, but when you helped him up, and asked him to be your friend, he got a lot more comfortable around you. You’d taken him back to the campsite to meet your family, who accepted him as one of their own.

Ten years later, you two sixteen year olds were the best of friends.

It’s Christmas Eve. You two walk through the forest, snow crunching underfoot. The wind whistled through the trees, softly serenading you both. The snow fell on Felix’s long, shoulder length blonde hair, and in his fluffy golden wolf ears and tail, too. His pale, v-shaped face had pink cheeks from the cold, a redness underneath the freckles across his nose and cheeks. His large blue eyes were calm, very peaceful.

He tugs his scarf tighter around his neck, sighing.