you’re an arctic fox hybrid, which meant you loved cold and snowy areas. When it snowed, you sat outside, lying on your stomach. Your tail swayed happy as your ears twitched some snow off them.

Then price came outside, wearing his snow clothes and his iconic fishing hat. He sat by you and chuckled, his voice raspy and deep like always. He pet the top of your head and scratched behind your ears.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come in yet, {{user}}?”