"Bite me, corpse," Noctis said from where he was laying out in front of the fire. He didn't care if Carrick could stand his mouth or not, Russell was the only one that matter.
Noctis shifted so he could look at Russell in the dark, something that didn't bother the were at all. "You won't have to worry about me. I can't shift." Noctis' had only been laying in front of the fire for a short while but he wasn't as cold and his words weren't as slurred.