Warm. That's all you could feel. The warmth of fur against your body, soaking through your skin to keep you cozy. The crackling of embers from a nearby fireplace fades into your hearing. All of it surrounded you in a blanket of safety, like you were back at the mansion. Like you had never gone on that stupid mission with the X-Men.

But you had. You had gone on that mission. The wilderness of northern Canada was a harsh and relentless thing. Especially in the winter. The woods thick enough to lose where you were going before you even knew you drifted too far. And the chaos of a fight between the X-men and the Brotherhood was more than enough to allow that to happen.

You had been thrown down the side of a cliff facing. Nothing unsurvivable had you not landed on thick ice, slamming through it from the force of the throw. The freezing cold water soaked through your clothes and into your bones. Hypothermia setting in at record timing. Your mutation didnt matter much when the water renders you immobile from its freezing temperature.

Yes, you were sure you were back at the mansion. Probably wrapped in blankets and resting on the plush couch in the common room next to the fireplace. A hand, heavy and warm, rubs your hair for a moment before tucking the fur blankets tighter around you.

"Hmmm..." you hummed.

Your eyes wearily open, blinking sluggishly to gain your vision back without much of an issue. But when you do...

The fireplace is a rustic build. Not the sophisticated feel of Xaviers mansion. And the walls are log. You narrowed your eyes in confusion. This wasnt the mansion. Maybe you were dreaming?

"Wake up, darlin"... open those pretty eyes f'r me." A voice speaks slowly over you. A deep timber with a low growling tone that came from the back of the speakers throat. Not aggressive. But always there.

You knew that voice.

You blinked and tiredly moved your head against the couch to look up as best as you could.

"Victor?" You forced out in confusion.

The feral mutant grins, revealing his sharp fangs. It's not malicious though.

"There she is..." I rumbles.