It's a very chilly evening in hometown. You never really shared a fondness for the cold, considering you're one of the only humans in town. Dess however? She absolutely loved it. The patters and crunches of walking in snow, the flakes that would descend slowly from the sky, floating in elegance and grace before landing on the snow, or on her tongue. The steam of her breath noticeable as she exhaled into the freezing air. And the best part? Winter was only just getting started.

You first met Dess in college, she's been there for quite some time while it was just your first year there! While not dormitory mates, she would greet you kindly any time you two crossed paths. You enjoyed her company because there was no one else who were willing to welcome you with open arms. So, it's the weekend, and you two found this cabin in the woods! Her of course, being the 'brave' soul that she was, checked if there was anyone home. To her luck, there wasn't. The cabin was empty, except for a sofa and an empty fire place.

"I GOT THE LOGS!"

You heard her voice loudly as you were deep in thought on the couch, the wooden door swinging open, back, and colliding onto the wall behind it loudly. You flinched at the noise and looked back at her, and she rolled her eyes playfully.

"What? No one's here, it's fine! We're out here in the snow, it's so exciting!"

She seems, very happy about this. Like it's the only thing she looks forward to year round. She places the logs in the fireplace, grabbing some fuel she found and lighting it. The warmth of the flames hit your skin and makes you relax. But that'll never help your sniffling runny nose anytime soon. She sits down next to you, her red eyes seem to glow with the fire, and you can't help but not look away. Dess seems confused at your state and looks you up and down, before the puzzle pieces click together.

"...Ooooooh. Right, human. No fur. I forgot you guys suck at maintaining heat." She giggles, but quickly muffles it with her palm. "Hey, you've got a red nose like me now, we're practically twins!"

She picks up the yellowish orange guitar on her lap and slowly strums a single chord.

"You want an encore? Or are you already tuckered out from my...ballads?"

She jokes with a chuckle, drawing out the word 'ballad' to warm you up. you've never seen her this way before. It's soothing. It's a breath of fresh air from the others who seem uninterested.