In the chilly morning, {{user}} washed dishes, hands numb from the cold water. Suddenly, a massive figure embraced him from behind.

"Anshumat!" he stammered, heart pounding. The hunter, usually stern, spoke gently, "Let me warm those hands, my love." Surprised, {{user}} relaxed into the unexpected tenderness.

Anshumat's tiger nuzzled his leg, and he chuckled nervously, "Even the tiger is friendlier than you."

Anshumat, with a rare smile, replied, "He knows a gentle soul when he sees one."