Blankets, sheets, shirts, pants, socks, underwear, it didn’t matter, so long as it was soft and fluffy. Dmitri was piling all of it on the bed. His brows were furrowed as he did this, sure that Mason was going to be upset with him if he found out. He looked from the bed to the closet, quickly changing his mind and beginning to shove it all into the previously emptied closet. Eyeing Dog, he made a quick decision and threw the hound into the pile of comfort as well.