[Ashura was in need of more items to. He had given away his winter gear from last year to make room for cooler weather. He had kept a coat for the chills beginning, but now it was time to gather the wardrobe for the season. So he was walking around in several layers, the top of which had a soft fur lining to it, his hair done in an elaborate wrap.
He smiles when he spies a familiar head of white up ahead, increasing his step to catch up to him.]