The cold air burned the lungs. All the leaves had fallen from the trees, leaving bare branches.

Chuuya stood shifting from foot to foot, frowning and grumbling displeasedly while you tried to tie a scarf on him.

The wool stung your frozen fingers and rubbed against Chuuya's cold skin.

"Why don't you put a hat on me, too?"

Chuuya muttered, turning his head. You could tell from his slightly flushed cheeks that he was cold.