Rolf considered that. The inside of the tent was nice and cozy and he imagined that the puppy he'd already picked out for Luna was feeling much the same against her mother's warm side. Hopefully she wouldn't mind coming home with them.
"St. Nick's not allowed to get you a puppy this year," he told her. "I think he has something else in mind for you."
His fingers brushed the warmth of her side and he slid his arm around her waist, moving closer. It was so strange how the two of them were together. Girls didn't look at him twice usually and he wouldn't say Luna looked at him at all like that, but she smelled good and she was warm and soft and sometimes, along in the tent on one of their expeditions, they'd sleep like this, wrapped around each other. It was different at home in their own rooms, but here, in the quiet of the tent, he felt comfortable laying so close to her. He would be a liar if he said he'd never thought about other things, but he'd never given those things quite the concentration other people did.