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"You may have stopped them at their source. As I said, I do not know the full story there and I hope not to find out."

Even his curiosity had its limits.

"But yes, you will start to notice these things more often."

Arthur looked at him. He didn't want to know? Maybe it was too horrible. He'd seen some damned disgusting things in that cave, the girl had been in literal hell. But if the medicine seller, a man with potentially centuries on him in terms of this shit was okay with leaving it lie, maybe that was for the best.

He worked on his second bowl of stew, finishing also what the other man didn't want and setting the rest of the bread aside as it'd keep for a couple more days.

When all was cleaned up, he took his friend outside to meet Buell. He was bigger than Edelweiss with blue eyes and more grumpy than his mare had been, but Arthur gave him treats and treated him well as any horse he'd had.

"Tonight's a full moon. Learned I can't stop the change when the sun goes down" he said, adjusting the stallion's blanket.

He followed Arthur, toeing on his shoes and getting a small satchel of dried fruit and walnuts from his box to give to Buell.

He couldn't help the shiver when stepping out into the bitter chill from the nice cozy cabin with his belly full of hot stew and bread, and he kept close to the other man as his body readjusted.

Buell was a fine old horse, he thought. The kind that had seen it all and didn't impress or spook easily, so he closed his fist around some treats, and held it out so Buell could get his scent as well as that of the fruit and nuts, before he turned his hand over, palm up, so the horse could eat.

"I carry painkillers," he said, patting Buell's muzzle when he'd finished. "If you wish to take the edge off of the transformations. Some take to the changes better than others, but they are never painless."

Buell snorted, giving the man's hand a whiff and taking the offered treats.

Arthur checked the water to make sure it hadn't frozen over before stroking the beast's neck. He looked to the medicine seller and shook his head, "The transformation is quick. Leaves me a bit tired but the pain goes away fast once its done." he said. Confident his stallion was all set for the night, they returned to the warm and cozy interior of the cabin.

He pulled him close once they were inside, burying his face against the nape of his neck, breathing in his heat and scent. He was quite certain that morning would be the last he'd see of the man. To have him here, for as long as he wanted...it was surreal to think about like much of the last few months.

"You coming with me tonight or stayin' here?" he asked him quietly.

He was pleased to hear it and was about to say as much when once again he was in Arthur's arms. Circling his own around him, he pressed a kiss into his hair, stroking a soothing circles over his back.

"As though I would be parted from you so soon," he huffed in a whisper against Arthur's ear.

"Besides, I think you will make a very fine bear indeed."

The caresses along his back had him relax, he could hardly believe the man was here with him. Even if he'd not been sick before and he'd survived all that hell and he wasn't...whatever he was, Arthur was still glad he'd come back to him.

"Will I now?" he chuckled, kissing his neck and sighing against the soft skin, "What makes you say that darlin'?"

The kiss felt nice, the Medicine Seller arching up into it with a soft, pleased sigh, his cheek pressed into the crown of Arthur's head as he bears his throat for him.

"Though they are strong and fierce," he said, sliding around one pale hand to pluck at the top buttons of his longjohns. They looked ever so toasty and he wouldn't mind slipping his hands in to warm them.

"They are also intelligent and protective of what they love."

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Arthur sighed with a groan, kissing his pulse point as he felt his fingers slip in his top, the light scratch of his nails pulling another rumble from him.

"Think you're overestimating me" he chuckled, moving to his lips to kiss him. "But how I want yea..."

However, the winter sun set quickly and it'd be dark in less than half an hour.

"Need head out...before I change and get stuck inside" he grinned. He was too big to fit through the door as during the snowstorm last moon he'd hunkered down in the cabin.

He pushes up into the kiss, needing to stand on his toes without his geta to give him those much needed three inches to his not-so-considerable height.

"There will be plenty of time for such things," he remarked, reluctantly pulling his hands free (though not without a cheeky tweak of a nipple when he mentions 'such things').

"For now let us head out. The area is beautiful, and I would not mind a little nightly tour."

Arthur flinched and gave a small moan at the tease, resolving tomorrow they'd have their fun with one another.

He pressed another kiss against the other's lips and nodded in agreement, reluctantly pulling away and undressing, finding it easier to just turn before the darkness forced it. He set his union suit on the bed and stepped outside into the cold, bare feet crunching in the snow, swearing up a storm as he got off the porch and a little ways from the house and into the tree line.

Buell did not appreciate him changing nearby as he'd learned the first time he'd done so here.

He didn't wait for the medicine seller, instead, reached into that part of himself he knew well by now, and changed. It was painful as ever as his body's entire being shifted within and he tore his own skin off, revealing powerful muscle and fur beneath, the skin itself vanishing into nothing until a massive bear stood where Arthur had a moment prior.

His fur was the same color as the man's hair and he still retained the facial scars-along with a few others mostly hidden in the fuzz-and his bright blue eyes. He shook himself with a grunt and got his bearings looking around for his companion.

He watched the transformation, watched Arthur's pained expression and the gruesome in between display of rending flesh and snapping bone.

He'd offer the painkillers again another time. For now, he finished stripping his many layers and shook out his mane of hair - even thicker in the winter- and then focused.

It had been a while, but for him there was no pain. More like a really good stretch where your vision briefly whites out.

A pale fox trotted up beside Arthur - unmistakably the Medicine Seller as it sported the same red markings on his face and eyes. He was small as foxes went, probably the runt of the litter, and his fur was the same ashen blond as his hair, lightening around his belly and muzzle. He was also a bit scruffy, as there were still patches where his winter coat had yet to come in.

His tail, however was enormous. Or rather, it seemed to fork into eight tails and they twitched excitedly as he caught sight of Arthur's distinctive eyes.

He really did make a fine bear.

Arthur watched his companion change into his form, amused that he'd guessed right that he was a fox all along back when they first met and he told him the story.

He was absolutely adorably tiny compared to himself and sported a lot more tails than he'd ever seen on any creature.

He chuffed and nosed him-his whole head could easily fit in his mouth-his scent now familiar to him, and he gave one ear a lick before lumbering deeper into the woods as the sun dipped low on the horizon. The cold no longer an issue with his fur coat, though as it was very unusual for a bear to be out of hibernation, he had to keep an eye out for people. Not that there were many up here but just in case.

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Well now, that just wasn't fair. He couldn't even reach Arthur's fuzzy little bear ears from here.

For a fox, the Medicine Seller acted a lot more like a cat, winding his way around Arthur's legs as he walked. If there were any people about, the two of them would certainly cut a strange sight; but the Medicine Seller could only smell other creatures out here.

Mostly squirrels, chipmunks, and hares.

Regardless, he stayed close to Arthur, simply enjoying the other's company out here where they didn't have to worry about society closing in around them.

It was a strange new life he'd found. Before, everything from money to his very life was to the gang, and had been since he was fourteen. Now, it was only him.

Every cent he earned from the trapper, every meal he cooked or gathered ingredients for was for his own meals only, anything he looted off the bodies of Murfrees or other scumbags who came through here was his, and his alone.

With the medicine seller now, things had changed again. Arthur had companionship again, but not someone who demanded or depended on him for every little thing. He had an equal. An equal who'd shown him compassion, and passion alike he might add.

Much as he missed John and the rest, this new world he was carving out for himself, with the medicine seller beside him for as long as he liked, was something he'd never thought he'd get. A second chance.

The odd pair walked beside-and around-one another, enjoying the quiet winter evening, snow and frozen leaf litter crunching beneath his massive paws.

The Medicine Seller didn't take lovers often, and those relationships rarely lasted past the point of his partners realizing he really wasn't human. But Arthur seemed... at ease about it.

He liked this quiet and comfortable intimacy as much as he enjoyed talking with the other man, or more... passionate communication.

So he would stay. As long as Arthur wanted him. If he was still mortal, then the Medicine Seller would cherish whatever time they had together. If not... well, that would be a conversation they could have about not drawing unwanted attention a decade or so down the line.

It was coming close to dawn, and he remembered the last sunrise he spent with Arthur, the man withered to barely a ghost, and he took a moment to appreciate how hale and healthy he looked.

And then his ears perked up, and he promptly dove into thicket, tails thrashing wildly behind him. There was an alarmed squeak and a crunch, and he wriggled out of the brambles with a hare clasped in his jaws.

Trotting up to Arthur while looking quite pleased with himself for catching breakfast, he gave him a playful headbutt.

Arthur was content with wandering the woodland with his companion, stopping if something interesting came his way, or the like, but the stew had been filling and he didn't hunger too much. Plant life was all frosted or coated in snow, he'd not find bees again until spring, and most animals were bedded down for the night or keeping well away from the smell of bear and fox.

The world was quiet, dampened by the snow, the occasional rustle of rush or leaf litter betraying something else about them, a bird or in the case of the fox's catch, a fine hare. He grunted and gave his ear a lick as they headed back to the cabin.

When before he hunted or wandered alone, he almost always timed it to get back to the cabin when he could shift back, not wishing to be spotted by locals. Now, he was okay with taking their time.

They returned to the little house on the lake as the sun was already pretty far up and-after a quick check around to make sure they weren't being watched, he shifted back to being human and made his way back inside, cursing the cold for freezing his balls off. The fire had died in their time out but after getting his union suit back on, he stoked it back to life.

The Medicine Seller didn't need to change back right before entering the warm (albeit not as warm as it had been when the fire was going) cabin, and was less inclined to curse the cold. Instead, he took a moment to shake the snow out his fur, set the hare to the side and stretch.

The Medicine Seller, now less fuzzy but looking a little disheveled from their evening stroll, stood on two legs, gingerly flexing his fingers to get warmth back into them. He then got relatively dressed in his light green juban, and layered it with the quilted and cozy hanten, collected the hare and joined Arthur by the hearth while picking fur out his teeth.

"I am thoroughly reminded why I prefer to set snares and traps," he remarked.

"It is a little thin. Probably better in stew than roasted."

Arthur watched the little fox stretch and then change, a far less painful looking process than his transformations. He watched him pile on the layers and was again reminded he needed to get some actual clothes. He only had a handful now, and what he was currently wearing was his most warm.

As he picked hair from his teeth he chuckled and nodded.

He had a look at the hare and nodded. "Yea they don't give much" he agreed

Rabbit starvation, they called it. Could eat a hundred of the little things and not gain so much as a point from how lean they got in the winter. With a stew they'd at least get whatever fat was on the creature.

Idly trailing a finger over the collar of Arthur's union suit down to the topmost button, giving it a suggestive wiggle, he made a soft hum at the back of his throat.

The sun was rising and they had nowhere else they needed to be.

"I will get get breakfast started in a moment, but... how are you feeling? No pain or fatigue?"

Arthur would take whatever meals he could get out here, even if it was some variation of stew day after day. The hungry bear in him and the fact he had very little for additional supplies due to lack of money meant he couldn't be picky. Not that he was, he endured Pearson's cooking for quite some time after all.

Besides, whatever the medicine seller concocted, it was always something incredible, and far better than what his few cooking abilities could achieve.

The tease to the button did have him brush his fingers lightly over the other's own, but their intimate fun could wait until later.

"Tired for sure." he said, and after the adrenaline of the shift had taken place, he was left exhausted. Usually he just laid down and had a late lunch after such an event but, he didn't want to nap just yet, he wanted the other to lay with him...For warmth, and to ensure when he woke this wasn't some sort of dream.

He pressed a gentle kiss to Arthur's brow and nodded. He wouldn't hound the man about his health, but he was what he was, and the occasional check in would hardly hurt.

And a good meal after the body went through a dramatic physical shift would certainly help.

"Rest and warm up then," he murmured softly, lips lingering just a moment longer before he stood to get their breakfast ready.

The Medicine Seller did have supplies - the winter saw his magical box practically become a larder; nuts, dried fruit, stock fish, dried fish, dried kelp, and dried mushrooms, potatoes, onions, roots and tubers and gourds, pickled and brined vegetables, along with sacks of flour, sugar, salt, rice, and his luckiest trade; a large pot of miso paste. Just a little taste of home, insofar as much as the Medicine Seller considered something 'home'.

He skinned the hare and prepared the meat by dicing it finely, seasoning it with salt and ginger, and rolling it into balls much as he'd done when they had camped by the pool. This time it was not cooked with summer vegetables, but instead sweet potato, turnip and onion, in a broth of salt, miso paste and fish. It was the kind of meal he'd prepared so many times he could practically do it in his sleep, and it wasn't long until he was ladling a heavy portions into their bowls.

Arthur smiled at the kiss. If he was dead and this was the afterlife, not so bad at all.

Despite his want to sleep, the call for hot good food kept him up, and he sat and watched him pull out all manner of ingredients for their breakfast and prepare them a soup of the meager rabbit.

It smelled heavenly when being cooked and even better once finished and bowled up for them. He inhaled the steam and smell of strange and wonderful scents, able to pick them out a bit more thoroughly with his slightly heightened senses. The fish with the rabbit was something he'd never consider, nevermind the rest of the combination, but he trusted the man not to create anything foul.

Arthur had a spoonful and sighed at the taste. "Delicious work darlin'" he said, kissing the man's temple as they sat on the worn rug by the fire instead of at the table this time.

"I am glad to hear it," he replied, leaning into his warmth. It was far more pleasant here with him by the hearth and he really had no desire to stand on ceremony with formalities.

He liked cooking for Arthur and, as of last night, found he quite liked Arthur cooking for him too. Hot soups and heavy stews were probably going to be a staple for them until the weather began to warm, and it seemed Arthur was a dab hand at the latter.

Perhaps he was being overly sentimental, but he decided to allow himself that little indulgence.

Later he would ask him more about what happened; why those he'd worked so hard to protect had abandoned him and left him for dead. But such things could wait. The Medicine Seller knew all too well how full the world was with tragedy; for now, they could just enjoy their happy reunion as long as possible. Hot breakfast and a nice, long nap seemed a good place to start.

"I really do love when you call me that," he remarked, sipping the broth and nibbling his vegetables.

The heat of the fire and the warmth of the meal soothed his sore body, the other pressed close to him while they ate equally as comforting as the soup. More so. He'd have company that wanted to be with him but also expected nothing of him. It would take some getting used to but he was happy.

The last year or so prior to his "death" had been rough, one disappoint after another, hardly ever catching a break. But along came a little fox who found enjoyment in being with him. He'd not take it for granted.

Arthur looked at him at that, "What? Darlin'?" he asked

"Mm," came the hum of agreement from around a mouthful of rabbit and sweet potato.

He swallowed, and bussed his head against Arthur's shoulder.

"I know endearments are much more common here, but I cannot help but like hearing such things from you."

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