[No... it's... probably not durable enough at all.
Soramaru slows his pace, jogging over to the pair but keeping some distance between them. After all, he doesn't know this girl and that werewolf is awfully fond of running away from him so it's best if he just hovers nearby.
And that's when the sound of ripping fabric cuts through the air and Soramaru just stares at his ruined warmer, one piece dangling in the mouth of the werewolf and the other in the hands of this stranger.]
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Soramaru slows his pace, jogging over to the pair but keeping some distance between them. After all, he doesn't know this girl and that werewolf is awfully fond of running away from him so it's best if he just hovers nearby.
And that's when the sound of ripping fabric cuts through the air and Soramaru just stares at his ruined warmer, one piece dangling in the mouth of the werewolf and the other in the hands of this stranger.]
.... Oh. [WELL THEN.]