A Midnight Run

*Irellia's POV*

We step out into the brisk, night air and I hug myself on reflex. I hadn't realized quite how thin and cheap the fabric of my new new dress was until this very moment with the wind seeming to blow right through it. I catch a flurry of white to my left and turn my head just in time to see Arken drop his thick furs over my shoulders. I'm surprised by how heavy they are, it's like a warm weight has been placed on me.

He gives me a quick smile, moonlight twinkling in his eyes and sending butterflies dancing in my stomach before speaking in a hushed tone, "Water makes it windy, or that's what Balt says anyway. I've never been this far from the packlands before."

"Thank you," I tell him, averting my gaze. Voices spill out from the eatery, I get the distinct feeling they're talking about us and while I'm curious as to what they're saying, what their problem with us is, Arken takes my hand with a sour expression half dragging me down the street.

"Just ignore them." He tells me