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Fur.
Plush and silky, almost too soft to feel real.
Monty rumbled appreciatively, and pressed his snout deeper into Freddy’s shoulder, shivering lightly as the ursines breath ghosted across the top of his head, making the chill of the room evermore evident.
The bear shifted closer to the gator, one of his thick arms moving to affectionately cradle Monty at the small of his back, a clawed thumb rubbing small circles into the scales there.
The reptile purred as he was gently pet, and snuffled at Freddy’s neck in sleepy appreciation.
Feathers.
Soft and thick.
A light form was splayed over himself and the others in bed with him, effectively working as a blanket for their lower bodies.
Every now and then a cluck could be heard from Chica, who wasn’t yet asleep. The hen held a small kindle, smuggled in by a staff member. She was reading a young adult romance novel. She’d told him about it earlier.
The hen’s head would raise and swivel on occasion, and her pupils would thin ever so slightly. Chica was programmed after a prey animal; ever vigilant, and protective.
Monty flicked his tail over the hen’s chest, and immediately churred when she held onto it, as it was like a comforting tether to the rest of the group.
Fur.
Coarse and warm.
A rough padded hand gripped the alligator’s hip, and a leg moved to hook his own two, now making him attached to Roxy by the hip.
The she-wolf was deep asleep, her light snores being one of the only noises in the room, other than Monty’s own small purrs. Her tail would flick and wag in her sleep, and an occasional ‘wruff’ or ‘awroo’ would make itself audible if the alligator listened hard enough.
He wondered what the she-wolf dreamed about, for her to make such happy noises.
Scales.
Cold, but warmed by fur, feathers and fur.
Warm, and loved.
Protected and safe.
Safe with his fur, feathers and fur.