[Seasonal Event] The morning after

Lonliness was not something Remi had ever truly encountered until he'd met Loren. Prone to being quite social, until the Launceleyn had opened his eyes to all that he'd been missing out on, the alchemist was actually quite content with his close circle of friend, but spending the nights on his own. Oh occasionally he'd wined up in the bed of some woman or other after drinking far too much, staring too long at another man and feeling the need to bolster his reputation against anyone who might have watched him too closely, but lonely? Never. Not until now anyways. Being able to speak telepathically while on the hunt was probably one of the biggest boons any two predators might share. Lets come at it from either side Remi hummed into her mind, already tasting the alluring and phantom tang of blood on his tongue. Drifting to the left, Remi tried to prowl as silently as he could through the snow. It was a strange effort, both trying to move swiftly but also to try not to crack the harder spots of ice beneath his paws. REMI It's not a silly little moment, it's not the storm before the calm This is the deep and dyin' breath of this love we've been workin' on