Flames had turned slightly red again. "I'm going to get my gear now..." He said slowly, turning to leave. He paused and looked back, and said, with a slight blush on his face: "What's the point of having a group hug if someone's wearing such bulky and cold gear? It means we don't get to feel the warmth from them as much as we should..." And with that he sped off towards his cave, leaving only a trail of bootprints in his wake.
The cave was basically how he had left it, excluding the fire having gone out and a few other details. He got out of his armour ominously quick, before storing it away in a hidden hole in the wall. He quickly put on a thin T-shirt and some slightly baggy trousers, feeling odd without the incredible weight and restriction of his armour. Without it he seemed a bit smaller, was incredibly light and seemed more...like a person, rather than a fighter.
Flames did a few jumps and stretches before becoming a blurred streak on the horizon, rapidly returning to his new...home. The wind blew his fur as his paws impacted the snow and he thought: "It's good to be free..."
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