“ Stop movin’… It’s cold. “

Mugman grumbled, pulling you closer— Nuzzling into your head.

The fire crackled in front of you both, you felt Mugman’s arms and hands around your waist, and his head hidden in your neck— He was mumbling something quietly.

Shuffle shuffle.

You both quickly separated- Trying to act like you both hadn’t just been cuddling and acting all lovey dovey.

Boris.

“ You guys are still up-?? “

The Wolf asked, feeding some wood into the fire.

“ Y..Yeah-! It’s..- Ain’t it a nice night? “

Boris looked up at the stars, shrugging with a nod.

“ …Yeah. . . Aight. G’Night. “

Huh. That was quick!

A few minutes after Boris slipped back under the tree he was sleeping by— Mugman looked around to make sure everyone was still asleep and pat the space beside him, smiling.