"Madame wolf," the blue-clothed gnome says quietly as she follows behind and eventually approaches the nude druid's long-legged stride as well as her normal-sized legs would carry her, Horo now seemingly covered only by the small cat that clings to her shoulder. The soft feathers of her skirt and collar brush up against the bare flesh of the woman's swaying rear as she draws closer, "are you not cold visout  your cloak? It would not do for you to get sick so soon after our escape."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">"OoC"</div><div class="spoiler_body">By the way, what's the weather like tonight? Is it cold enough that the most clothed of the group would be clutching their robes tight to them, or would even Horo be perspiring a little from heat or humidity?</div></div>