Kusuriyuri wrapped Kurama's arms around him. He looked up at the sky, seeing it differently through the eyes of his other form. He laughed a moment. "I have never danced a winter storm. I tended toward the south in the winter." Soon, it would be too cold to remain where they were, but for now, energy still danced along his skin, keeping him warm and comfortable. "With you, if it can be done, I should like to try," he sighed, letting his head rest against Kurama's shoulder.