“Then I will straight up carry your ass there and back, blankets and all. Don’t think I won’t.”
It wouldn’t be the first time Matt had done something like that. Ever since he’d hit that certain point as a kid where his growth spurts started to overtake his siblings, he’d gone from being the one getting piggyback rides and such to the one giving them, the malamute side of his genetics kicking in hardcore.
“You pick me up and I’m biting you,” he warned, a faint growl in his voice. It wasn’t a threatening growl, more playful, but he would still bite the other if he had to.
Absently, Tucker nuzzled at Matt a little, the shivering almost completely gone and his body relaxing. It was still a little too cold for him, but he could, at the very least, handle it now.
















