Irina leaned against Beartooth, feeling the weight of his head on her neck. She closed her eyes, relaxing and breathing out slowly. She nestled into Beartooth, feeling the heat of his skin and the frosty texture of his fur, that reminded her almost of snow. Beartooth . . . Something's changed about me, that I don't know what to do with, I can make clouds come and go, and I even almost made it rain yesterday because I wanted rain. . . . I was so scared, which never happens, and I just-sent it away. She looked to him. Have you ever heard of this? It was a strange feeling, spilling out her heart to anyone. But she trusted Beartooth.