Arthur and Mikhail

Mikhail nodded. "Okay then," He mumbled, pulling away and looking around.

Arthur finished checking it, "Don't get lost Mikhail, the food is ready to go." he said, pulling both rods out of the flames.

Mikhail chuckled. "I know, I know."

Arthur held a one of the rods to Mikhail, balncing the second in his right hand.

Mikhail thanked Arthur and took the rod, smiling slightly at him.

Arthur gave him a smile back, before digging into his share of the food.

Mikhail did the same, staring at the sky.

Arthur finished his about 15 minutes later, brushing off any remnants with his sleeve.

Mikhail also finished around the same time, glancing at Arthur. "Do you feel like going back now?"

"If we must…" said Arthur, not really wanting to leave.

"It's your choice, I'm fine with anything. I can just tell my dad when we go back," Mikhail quickly replied.

"I would prefer ataying out here…" mused Arthur, "But you should have some say too…"

"I really don't care where we're staying so it's your say." replied Mikhail.

"Are you ok with staying out here?" Asked Arthur curiously.

"Of course," Mikhail answered, smiling at the other.

Arthur smiled, "Good, then we can go ztargazing!"

"Sure! We can go to the headquarters tomorrow morning?" Mikhail asked, his eyes lighting up.

"Yeah, I'm honestly curious now.." said Arthur with a smirk.

Mikhail chuckled. "You're always curious."

Arthur smiled, shifting to wolf form and curling around Mikhail.

Mikhail couldn't help but smile as he petted Arthur's head, looking happy.

Arthur let a low happy growl rise in his throat, pressing his head into Mikhail's lap.

Mikhail kept smiling, still petting Arthur's head.

Arthur pressed in, his tail flicking.

Mikhail started petting his back. "Your fur is so soft…"

"Benifits of being a wolf…" said Arthur, back arcing ever so slightly.

Mikhail chuckled. "Is your hair soft when you're in your human form?"

"As far as I know…" said Arthur, "It's kinda a shared trait for Half wolves."

"That's cool," Mikhail mumbled, still petting his back.

Arthur smiled, back arcing up into his hand as he was stroked.