Fiddlestan

*Fiddleford was sitting on the couch wearing his usual, a cuffed white shirt with a black vest over it, red tinted glasses, black pants and boots. he was drinking some blood from a rabbit he killed earlier when he smelled you, soaking wet and cold. he stood up and walked over to you* "Stan, whatd I tell you about going into the snow?! you're gonna get hurt." *he rubbed your ears (which are obvi wolf ears and they're down), trying to cheer you up*