"In here, quickly now!" you heard through the seemingly endless snow and roaring wind that pelted your face. Your hands were numb, your coat doing little to give you warmth now. But ahead of you, you could see Dutch just a few feet ahead; holding the door open to what seemed to be an old cabin.

Dutch ushered you inside, quickly slamming the door shut and rubbing his gloved hands together "I don't think it's ever going to let up, we might as well hole up here and catch up with the gang later" he huffed, looking around for somewhere to start a fire. There was only so much firewood, and only one bed barely big enough for one.

The man sighed and looked at you, noticing your shivering and shudders as the cold seeped through your fur jacket. Maybe sharing a bed for one night wouldn't be so bad, survival wise. He could keep an eye on you while keeping you warm, or maybe he just wanted an excuse to get closer to you.