Machaera

"Q-Quax, you OK?" he asked softly. No reply. "Quaxo!" Tugger leaned over to snap his fingers a few inches from the tux's face, a slight murmur escaped the white lips of the black cat. Tugger got to his knees, grabbing the other's shoulders to roughly shake him awake. "Whaat?" Quaxo whined in dubious consciousness. "You c-c-can't sleep, tux," Tugger's voice was heavy with concern, the magician only nodded in response. "You kn-know what we could do? We c-can huddle for w-warmth," Tugger offered for he knew that time was limited and options were slim. "I'm afraid I won't be able to give you much warmth, Tug," he whispered, his body was long p