Mercy and Clayton
Clayton begrudgingly let Mercy talk him into going to the bonfire. He wasn't really opposed, he just didn't make much effort to be social outside of the pack house gatherings. She convinced him to go with her, though, so here he was.
He was fully clothed, in jeans and a flannel shirt, with a light weight jacket. he didn't feel the heat like normal people, and he wasn't going to bundle up just to make other people more comfortable. He was warm enough, and not interested in roasting inside a bunch of layers.
He gave Mercy's hand a squeeze. "This is nice. Thank you for making me come out here."